Today it has been Twenty years.
Twenty Years since I moved here.
Twenty Years since I first had a hard time making new friends.
Twenty Years since I learned that everyone wasn’t always as nice as they seemed.
Twenty Years since I really realized Family always has your back.
In Twenty Years I have also gained wonderful sisters who I won’t trade for anything.
I have learned what it means to love and then lose…and then have relationship restored.
I have learned what it means to not always take the easy road, but the one less traveled.
I have learned how to be a good friend, and how to leave the ones that drag you down, behind.
I have learned that this isn’t just the whole world.
I’ve traveled.
I’ve packed up friends and family who have moved from this place.
I’ve considered leaving. But something holds me.
That I still don’t know.
But what I know is that if it weren’t for this place, God would have had to do so much more to get me here.
He was always guiding. I had to be here to get to where I am.
I’m in a place of trusting Him right now.
At first, I was upset about that.
But then I realized…in Twenty years, I haven’t really not had that experience.
There was always a general idea of the next step.
So here I am. Waiting for what’s next.
I trust, He has it all planned out.
Even as I sit in a season of rest and trust.
I can for the first time in Twenty years, hear clearly. Deeply.
And that, my friends, is what Twenty years does.
It builds Trust.
Trust in a Saviour who is so much bigger, in control, than I ever need to be.
