Okay, so I know that I have not written recently. There has been a lot going on in my life though! Sometimes I worry though that I get so busy that I forget to have a time to reflect. At first this blog was because so many people were asking me to document my adventures in Alabama. Now though, I recognize that it is a time for me to reflect, and then share those reflections. My life is good, but busy. I know that is really the norm in our society….to be busy. But, that is another blog post, for another time….not tonight.
So in the past few weeks , I have; spent my first Easter in Alabama, traveled to Memphis, completed my first year of seminary, and traveled to Florida. My trip home was really good. I was able to spend time with my family and friends and spend some time at the beach and by the pool. It was so wonderful to relax and just be away. My family threw a party which allowed me to see many loved ones at one time, which filled my heart with happiness. But although it was so great to be home, one of the best moments was on my flight back to Alabama. As I sat in the airport I remembered just 5 months prior when I sat in the airport with tears running down my face, not wanting to return to Alabama. Life just seemed so much easier in Florida. It was home. It was my only home. Fast forward 5 months, and I am sitting in the same airport, same terminal, ready to get on the plane. It may seem simple, but what a difference the last 5 months made.
It helped make a home.
Just one week after sitting in the airport, I hit another tiny milestone here. Today is one year since I came to my church to visit. That weekend still stands as one of the most stressful, awkward, and exciting weekends of my life thus far. I remember sitting in the church with people who seemed to love me without even knowing me. I was preoccupied trying to look like I was not completely lost within the liturgy of the service. I sat at the confirmation luncheon trying to not look overwhelmed and attempting to make conversation without making to seem like my nerves were controlling me. It was a whirlwind of a day. Today is one year later. My how things have changed. Today was also a whirlwind, but I was a part of it. Today instead of not having a clue what we were celebrating, I burst with pride watching my kids proclaim their faith in public.
What a difference a year makes. It really is incredible. Some days have been utterly exhausting and emotionally draining. But still, I am living my dream. I never in a million years could have dreamed what my life would look like now. It’s crazy. This adventure is nuts. But, God is so faithful. He heard my cries and answered them. He has taken me on this adventure. It’s kind of incredible.
What a difference a year makes.
**It should also be noted that I
did may have accidentally set the fire alarm off today at the church and maybe the firemen showed up….so although a year does make a big difference, not everything is different…..I should still stay away from ovens. **