Just because I was comfortable where I was didn’t mean things wouldn’t change.
As hard as I tried I couln’t get rid of the feeling that my whole life was about to change.
I didn’t want it to. I wasn’t even willing to accept the idea that I might have to leave everything I knew and start over. Why should I have to?
I wasn't ready to move. But God was ready to move me.
The answer to my question "why?" never came fully clear until a few months ago. This is where God wants me to be, it’s as simple as that.
"How are you using me!"
I didn’t, and still kind of don't understand why God would bring me here. But after seven long months I have fallen in love with my new home and still didn’t see what the purpose of this was. And some days the only things that keeps me going is the thought that God has put me here for a reason. Not knowing what that is has driven
me mad some days, but God will show me in due time I know.
And other days I’m left guessing why I still don’t have local friends. Is God trying to tell me something? Give me time to fully focus on him? I never feel like I can hear God talking to me. Or am I just not listening?The questions seem to never end. And I may not get any answers until I see Jesus in heaven.
So come and join me while I talk about the ups, downs, joys, pains, fun, work, beauty, and wonders of my new home and my new life, April 1-30!