Weeks have flown by with nary a blog post. My husband noted yesterday that I went to the She Speaks conference in North Carolina back in July to explore my calling as a writer…and then promptly stopped writing!
No correlation, really, I just had to hit the ground running full steam (figuratively speaking, of course) when I returned, knowing I’d have to put a pin in this piece of my life for a season, longing for the season to work its way through so I could share.
So I sat every morning, steaming coffee filling my “blogging day” mug (a thoughtful gift from my daughter) at my side, feeling unworthy to be drinking from it but eyeballs deep in the blur of transition and all that went along with it. And now I sit to put fingers to keyboard once again, and it is, once again “blogging day.”
We listed our home of 16 years for sale the week I got back from North Carolina, the next step in the vast upending of all I knew, and it sold in about 34 seconds. Or so it felt. The timeline was set. The move was real. Texas waiting, daughter moving out, everything in flux. And yet. God is good.
I had to put a pin in all of this not only because of the quantum busy-ness that overtook my life related to the daunting task of packing and moving our lives across two time zones (and my limited stores of energy), but because it is often too hard to write in the thick of the moment, the experiences choking out words because emotion is just too loud and too messy. And there was some loud and some messy. Some expected, some unexpected, and some better than expected.
Let me say up front (borrowing from Lysa TerKeurst) that God is so good. And He is so good to me. And He is good at being God. I arrived in Texas one month ago today, stepped off a plane alone into a totally different world. But before I got here, I had to do some hard work, and since I’ve been here I’ve had to do some different hard work. Work I will talk about more in coming blogs.
It is important to me, though, to report that every piece of this process has been blessed beyond my imagination. This has been an exercise in faith, to say the least, and my faith has not been misdirected or misplaced. And because of that I am compelled to bring Him glory for this short moment of blog time, this “I’m still here” to the precious people who read my writing. He has handpicked my where and my when. And I am so grateful.
I will elaborate on what God has been teaching me, but those are stories for another day. So I end this blog with my Facebook status from a month ago, September 3, which gives you a glimpse into the journey:
That moment when the pilot comes on and says “Welcome to Texas, we are beginning our descent.” That moment, that fulcrum, when everything shifts and tears slip out silently. That moment when all was home is behind and the page of a new chapter is just turning, when everything is all fear and anticipation, all possibilities and unknown. That moment you leap, trusting, knowing in your core, that God is there to catch you because he has led you here and whispered that it’s all going to be good. That moment you step alone off a plane into a terminal in your never-before-visited new city, hear a familiar voice call your name and step into the hugs of long-time friends. That moment when you walk into baggage claim and, to your great surprise, come face to face with your brother and sister in law who drove 6 hours just to welcome you to Texas, their home state of 35 years. That moment you step across the threshold of your new home for the first time. And a smile wins through the tears. And I feel welcomed home.