so…now that all the fun stories are out of the way it’s time for some of my thoughts on moving cross-country and what God’s doing in my head and in my heart.
one of the reasons i wanted to stay in Michigan was the amazing church i’ve been a part of for the last 5 months and the even-more-amazing small group that i’ve been blessed by. so Monday night, my last night of bible study, after our normal prayer-request-sharing time my leader gathered our small group around me and had them pray over me. totally a God-thing. the time i’ve spent with those girls has meant more to me than any other bible study group i’ve ever been a part of, and i had only known most of them for 5 months or less. girls, if you’re reading this, i’m going to miss you a lot. thanks for everything.
in one of my moments of panic whist driving (i think it was when the “check engine” light was on in my car), i was talking to my mom and expressed that i couldn’t do this anymore, that i just wanted to turn around a come home, that it was too hard. in her calm and rational manner she reminded me that i had felt called to leave Michigan and that God wanted me in Colorado, but that He never said it would be an easy thing for me to get there. i swallowed my self-pity and agreed, even though i didn’t so much believe it at the time (fake it until you make it, right?). through talking to a few people and since i’ve gotten here, though, it’s been confirmed that i am supposed to be here, however long or short a time, and that this is and will be a good thing.
