Two weeks ago, I packed up my life in boxes, loaded a truck, and drove south.
If this sounds like deja vu, you’re not wrong. I did this almost exactly one year ago, too. And it was just as hard.
Last time I moved to the cornfields, this time I moved to the mountains. Last time I only crossed one state line, this time I crossed four. Last time I left behind a group of trusted friends and “adopted” nieces and nephews, this time I left behind all of that and a fiance. Last time I knew it was a temporary move, this time I hope it’s permanent.
Funny how God calls you outside of your comfort zone, lets you get comfortable and then moves you outside of it again.
In my case, it has literally been moving me across the country. And I wouldn’t have it any other way.
I can be a little bit like Moses, stuttering that I don’t have what it takes, that I’m not worthy, that God has to have the wrong person. But God still manages to use me, to change me, to grow me into a woman after His own heart. All because I choose to follow even though I don’t really know what He’s got in mind.
If I hadn’t gone to Michigan, I wouldn’t have the incredible friends and adopted nieces and nephews that I do. If I hadn’t gone to Indiana, I never would have met my fiance. If I hadn’t gone to Tennessee…well, we’ll see what God has in store.
For now, I’ll start by opening my home to people, teaching my students, opening my office door, and getting involved in a church. And I’ll keep my ears and my eyes open for whatever God has in store, knowing that He has prepared me for anything He calls me to do.