Happy New Year!
Well that’s what everyone keeps saying, but it doesn’t feel like a new year to me. It feels like the second part of last year just received contract renewal, and I’m the hired resource.
My new year started June 21st. When I packed up my every belonging from the only place I had ever called home and placed it on a $800 U-haul truck that desperately needed an immense amount of TLC and an Aux Cord. The soft seats were in no way embarrassed by the number of bodies they had supported. The windshield wipers preferred to dance with the rain as oppose to push it aside but regardless, this truck was the means of transportation required to catapult me into my new world. And that’s exactly what it did.
I can still look at my hands and envision the unique way they hurt from carrying the uncomfortable amount of boxes and furniture into my one bedroom apartment. It was just me and my family. We were the hired help. And every opportunity I wanted to complain, I couldn’t find it in me because I was blessed to have both parents who still loved each other sacrificing there PTO to help me build a new life, in a new place for the first time. If you have ever moved anything, you too know, this is not a desirable vacation. But it is the vacation they took for me and my gratefulness was all I needed to bite my tongue and keep it that way.
Moving doesn’t take forever. Eventually you are done and the reason you moved in the first place begins to demand more attention. I reached that exact milestone, and honestly, something changed in me the day I dropped my family off at the airport and silently agreed to adult. A light switch went off. This was not a vacation. This was real–as real as it gets. I was in full control of my next.. Everything.
It was scary a little. Ohkay a lot. And it felt like whenever I shared with my friends what I did not know, they would always share with me what I did. It was as if nobody understood, and at times I felt alone. But during this season something absolutely pivotal was brought to the light for me:
FAITH AND FEAR CANNOT COEXIST.
Unless you want to be double minded, and I was determined to avoid that will all my strength in my new home. So I went church shopping.
I went to no less than 5 churches in the Dallas area, but when I showed up at the Potters House I was certain I was done looking. This new chapter which really felt like a new year was way too scary to do by myself and fortunately, I didn’t have to. God was with me and he is with me just like how he is with you!
As children of God we are never alone.
So while I’m still accepting the fact that I need to write 18 now at the end of my date, I do so with peace in my heart. Whatever is to come cannot win and will not stop the plans our lord has for our lives. We just have to remain surrendered!
I don’t really care what the federal funds rate says. The strongest currency isn’t the US dollar or the Euro but inarguably just faith. If you have impossibly large dreams like me, I encourage you to stack up, build up and collect!! What we need to get where we are trying to go only accepts faith and there is no currency converter. I personally, won’t be dreaming forever, and I won’t have to because our God is a way maker.
I am looking forward to keeping you posted on what 2018 has in store. It is nothing short of AMAZING.