Texas

So. Here we are in Texas. I never thought I would move out of state. Away from our family, our friends, our comfort zone. But we took the leap on this grand adventure of life and here we are, Texas.

I couldn't say I would pick Texas as my first choice of places to live, but God had other plans. I was comfortable in CA. The weather was nice and the people, were my people, the places familiar. Three months ago Jacob applied for a new position in his company. God had his hand upon him and the door literally opened, one after another. He was offered the job, and we bought our first house. Which is a miracle. Over the last 11 years of marriage we have looked to buy a house together, many times, and God has closed the door for us, many times. I know that we have been called out here, to this small town that we are living in. But it is not without heart ache.

I do miss "home". I miss the familiar. I miss the playdates, the coffee dates and walks around the lake. I miss the bumping into a friend or familiar face at Target. I miss the kids playing outside with all the neighbor kids. I miss my church.

Moving out of my comfort has been difficult. People don't usually seek out change. I want to grow and be stretched beyond what I think I can handle. I want to go deeper. No. Most people just want to float on by. Stay in the stagnate. Stay in the comfort, even if it is a mess.

I don't know if I was really stagnate. But I was close. I can say, moving has brought new perspective to me. I do have a new appreciation for my family. For my children, and our time together. I know I need to continue to grow and get out there and make some new friends. It is kinda weird at this season in life to make friends. I wonder if I will find any as good as the ones I left behind.

It is really the little things that are hard, the things that I didn't prepare for. The first Sunday we were here we tried out a new church. As soon as I walked into the service I started instantly balling. Like a little baby. I was totally not expecting that. It was just not our home church, with the people that have poured into our lives for the last 12 years. The people who at seasons are closer than family. It was new faces all around, and not our family. It was good to visit, but it wasn't our home church. But you know a couple days later I received a phone call from that pastor. And let me tell you, it was a total blessing. He prayed over our family, and prayed for a home church for us. He even confirmed, its never the job that moves you, but God. His plans are greater.

And that is what I am holding onto. It is Gods plans for us. I find my peace in that. I have hope that he is going to use Jacob and me, our family here in Texas. And that we are on the adventure, for the better. That it is for His glory.

I know the relationships will be built. He has called us to build. He has been discipling us for this. He has been bringing people to us that will cheer us on. He is in this, he is for this. I know this is the hard part of the new. The part where it is lonely at times. The part where we invest in our family. The part where we dive a little deeper in our relationships. Where we build.

The easy part is coming. I know. It will. His promises are good, and he is a good, good Father.