I was looking around today, at what seems to be a foreign land. The walls, the rooms, the terrain.
How did I get here?
If you had told me a year ago that I would move away from the only home(town) I had ever known, I would have said you were crazy. Even a move 30 minutes down the road much less 1,300 miles away.
From someone who had lived in the same town all my life. Living in the same home for almost 2 decades. The home before that for almost a decade. To say that I am not one that favours change would be an understatement.
I like things that are familiar. It soothes me, calms me. I have had anxiety all my life, and having things stay the same keeps me in check.
But last year, starting in July, we were forced to move out of our home so it could be repaired. It was only suppose to be for a little over a week. We were going to stay in the building behind our home, and use the kitchen and bathrooms at night when the workers were gone. That turned into our home being gutted. No facilities to use.
We moved not once, not twice, not three times but four times. Something some one like me finds terrifying. At the time, I kept asking the LORD, why is this happening?
Lookig back, if that had not happened, I wouldn’t be here.
If that had not have happened, when hubby got the job offer, I would have looked at it and said, oh well another few years of commuting.
I would have never agreed to move.
I would have stayed home, commutted and made it work just like we have for over 20 years. I see now that although I saw that as a trying time the LORD was preparing me to be here. To be able to pack up, yet again, and move to a whole other way of living.
It has been good. It has been scary but I am thankful for this change the LORD has put before us.
The little apartment, which I doubted would ever fit us both has become quite cozy. It is in a nice location. Quiet for the city. In the middle of everything but not loud, busy or noisy.
It has started to become home. Not that I don’t miss home, I do. I miss my comfortable, familiar place that was my solace for so many years. I miss the yard, the trees, the birds, the animals that were a daily normal for so long. But this is becoming normal.
I still sit and look around and think, how did I get here? The LORD has a plan for this adventure. He always does. Looking back at what we went through last year, I can see that it was only a preparation for what was to come.
Thank You God for Your preparation of what is to come. Always strengthening us, making us ready for what you have planned. Praise the LORD for His mercy, and infinite knowledge of what we need to do now, to get us to where we will be in the future.
I thank the LORD for blessing every one who is reading this, and for blessing every one who is not reading this :)