A few people have mentioned concern for me after my last two blogs. I guess I didn’t do a very good job of closing them out. I really am okay, more than okay really.
The last few months were difficult on many levels, but they were also great in many ways. I learned a lot in the last few months, but I didn’t realize it until I could look back on them. It was definately another season of healing, and I am glad it has come to a close. I’m sure there will be more to come, but for now I breathe a sight of relief. Life is good, and I am in a really good place.
It makes sense that as one season comes to an end, another begins. A few days before leaving foy my trip to Seattle, I decided to go ahead and commit to the ComLife program. I packed up my things and moved into the ComLife house, and then I left for Seattle.
The participants moved in on September 1st. I have no idea what to expect when I return. I may have a roommate, or I may not. I have no idea what my life is going to look like for the next 11 months. All I know is that I will be sharing it with at least seven other girls and one guy.
When I was first asked to participate in ComLife, I had a lot of reservations. I had no desire to live with a bunch of 20 somethings again. I just didn’t want to put myself in that position again. It was hard on the race. I didn’t think I could handle it again. Aside from that, I hated the idea of a program to model community when I didn’t feel like we were doing a very good job of it ourselves.
Over and over, I was asked to pray about it. Over and over I came up with some kind of resistance and excuse. I don’t really know what changed my mind other than that I have changed. As all of the summer’s events and trials came together in a few weeks, and I saw everything with fresh eyes. Something broke, and for the first time in a long time I was free from rejection and insecurity.
When Amanda and Jess showed up and things started coming together, I was suddenly entrigued by the whole thing. I felt drawn to it somehow. I felt like this was the next season God was calling me to. I made the decision on Tuesday, and started moving in on Thursday. I moved the last of my things over the weekend and tried my best to organize a little in case somebody else had to move in while I was gone. Tuesday, I left for Seattle. Not a lot of time to adjust to the idea of change, but I’m kind of used to that by now.
It has been strange to know that there are a whole house full of people getting settled in while I am on the other side of the country. I am excited to get back and meet all of my new roommates and find out what my life is going to look like for the next 11 months. I know there will be challanges, but I also know that is will be very good.
Meanwhile, I am enjoying time with my friends. My sister’s wedding was great, and it was good to be together as a family. I am looking forward to seeing my church family tomorrow, and spending my last week with my sister before heading back South. Thanks for standing beside me and holding me up in prayer. And thank you all for making this life possible through your faithful support. I absolutely love my life.
