i had my first moving meltdown last week. i was driving home from my parents and suddenly realized the days are numbered where a short one-hour drive separates us. and instantly, the thoughts overwhelmed.
i am taking the courage to leave when it would be easier to stay. staying is comfortable. but in this season of my life, staying will not make me stronger. in fact, staying has the potential to stunt my spiritual growth.
the past six months i have shared a city with the man who was supposed to be my husband. the tricky thing about true love is it never fails. so, while i am no longer in love with him, i love him. and seeing his behavior and continued choices has broken my heart over and over again.
for this next season, i am taking courage. doing this next step afraid. praying and believing that my Daddy is going to strengthen, grow, and refine me in the days ahead. my heart breaks to leave my family and dearest friends behind, but i know that 3,000 miles and 3 hours cannot sever the ties Christ has bound. ties that have weathered hurricane force winds and heartbreak countless times.
and as tears roll down my cheeks, my heart overflows with
as this chapter of my life is stamped with the final period i cannot wait to see what my Daddy has next. what story the ink penned fresh on the page will tell. because, in the words of natasha beddingfield. . .
. . .the rest is still unwritten.
where are you in your story? completing a chapter? smack dab in the middle? or somewhere between?