I know it has been awhile since my last post, please forgive me. I am going to try and post at least once a week.
I am not really sure were to begin…
It is Saturday morning here, I have a guy working on my roof and I am enjoying a brown sugar cinnamon poptart, thanks Aunt Linda!!
My dear friends that came with me went home yesterday… I don’t think they really know how much they mean to me. I will be eternally grateful for the help they have offered over the past 10 days, from shopping, phase 10; unpacking and making sure I was ok during a freak out. I am not sure how I would have done this without them.
Yesterday was suppose to be a hard day… Vicki and I took Bekah and Sarah to the airport. It was suppose to be sad, I was prepared to fall apart, but God stood in the gap and gave me peace and understanding that I am doing exactly what I am suppose to be doing.
Spent the day with Vicki in town buying groceries and a few last things for my new place. I am so thankful for that lady. We went to two different grocery stores and the central market. It was a good day. That evening I had the great opportunity to do dinner with Marc and Ann and their kids. Again, so thankful for them. Had a great evening talking about my story and what God has been doing in my life, and how I got here. It was just such an encouragement to hear what is happening here and I am so blessed to be a part of it. Got home around 7 and was just spending some time decompressing, and I again was just amazed at how crazy good God is. Not only did He grant me peace at the airport, He has surrounded me with people that genuinely care about me and my well being.
So, yesterday wasn’t hard… it was good. And all I keep thinking is…
“And we know that for those who love God all things work together for good for those who are called according to his purpose.” Romans 8:28
Planning resting in that reality this weekend.
by grace and with love