Well, it is official. I am moved into the “World Race Manor” as we have affectionately dubbed our little gingerbread-esque house on Military Street in Port Huron, Michigan. There is snow on the ground and a definite chill in the air which is something for this North Carolina girl to get used to. I have yet to fall on the driveway but every time I make it to my truck without busting on the permanent layer of snow and ice I say a prayer of thanksgiving!
I am trying to settle into not just a new work schedule and pattern but really a new rhythm to my life of constant community and outpouring. I am still grieving this life change. I see how the timing of this move is so good and so right and I see God’s hand in it, but that doesn’t mean I get to skip the grief. It doesn’t mean I don’t get to mourn the great things that I have to let go of because of my new geography. I no longer will be rising early to feed horses and cats, or visiting my Grandmother and all the people I’ve come to know well at Sharon Towers. I won’t be eating dinners with my parents and brothers frequently and sharing in their daily lives. I won’t be falling asleep at night to pillow talk with Nikki, or spend my weekends fixing fences and moving hay. But I will get to live life next to a different group of people and learn new things about myself and my community as I figure out what God is calling me to HERE and NOW. I will get a chance to grow as my comfort zone is again rendered and my expectations put to death. And so, even though my heart breaks at leaving my North Carolina home and farm, my heart is joyful at once again embracing the new, the unknown and whatever is to come.
More on life and the adventures of planning and executing the World Race to come!
