Blog Blurb: Tender Mercies

Moving is a pain. I have moved several times in my life, and it never gets easier. This time is no different, with the exception of one thing. For the first time, I have been seeking the guidance of the Lord, and it is amazing to me how much he does to bring things into my life that brighten my day and remind me of how much I am loved.

Yesterday I had the opportunity to meet a bright, vivacious woman who shared a little bit of her story with me, and it amazed me how much her testimony shone in every word. I was humbled, and grateful, as she reminded me, through her story, how much God does love all of us!

Moving is still hard, but I am grateful to Him for the small ways in which he shows his love for me!

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In Transit

Moving, as I’m sure anyone will tell you, is one of the most horrible things you can ever do.  It doesn’t matter how much you prepare, and how long you’ve known that it’s coming, it still manages to catch you off guard.

I find myself ‘in transit’ at the moment.  I’m waiting to hear back from a few employers before I take the final steps to actually move myself to my new home, and the anticipation is brutal.  As a side note, this does mean I’ll be paying slightly less attention to the blog in the next week or so.  I apologize in advance!

I’m moving to be closer to my family, and because the cost of living in their small town is less than half of what it is in the city.

I’m pretty nomadic by nature, and I’ve not lived in my family’s home town for 4 years.  Typing that, it doesn’t sound like a lot, but it is a TON when you  consider that 4 years is half of my youngest sister’s life to this point.

For those of you who are nomads, you can understand my love of new places and experiences, but I hope that you know what it feels like to go HOME.  To be heading home, where I know I’m loved, where I have friends who have known me for more than just the last few months, where people KNOW me, the feeling is nothing short of euphoric.