Well people, I have an excuse.....not sure if its any better than those, but I haven't posted almost all month and I'm about to tell you why!
On August 11th, just two days after my last post, I moved into my very first apartment! It's not the apartment I had been waiting on since February; that landlord suddenly changed his mind on a few details and I was not willing go along with the changes. It was dissapointing, because that apartment was in the town where my family had lived for the past 16 years.
However, the same day that apartment was no longer and option, I found one just a few miles from where I had been living with my Grandparents...just 15 miles down the road from my mountain town that I love so much. It still feels weird not being there.....I feel like I'm cheating on the place I've called home for so much of my life :) I'll get used to it though, I'm sure. Oh, and did I mention that rent is less than 1/3 the cost of first apartment? Oh yea.
Plus, more good news, I finally have a job too! I found an ad for a Nanny job literally a mile from my apartment, called on a Saturday evening, interviewed that Tuesday, and was offered the job the next day! Both parents are school teachers, which is great because I'm discovering quite quickly how nice it is to be on a teachers schedule :)
It amazes me how I can see God in every part of my life. When Mom passed away it was hard, and I asked "Why" almost every day. I wasn't mad at God...I know better than that...but I was still confused. And for a few months following her death I doubted whether or not I would ever be able to really 'trust' again. I know that sounds horrible, and looking back now I realize it was just because I was so hurt, but I was genuinly doubting if God understood what He had just allowed to happen to my family.
And that was stupid. Because I can look back over my entire life...the good times and the down right horrible times...and see how He was at work in every little detail. And it's times like these, when super cheap apartments and "amazing opportunity" jobs are basically dropped in my lap, that I am reminded of God faithfullness to His children.
For the first time since moving out of my family's home in January, I said the words tonight. I said, "I'm going home."
or "I'm going back to the apartment"
No, I called it home.
And having a HOME is important to me. My family may not live here with me, and the closest I'll ever get to having my Mom in my apartment is the pictures on the walls. But I have a HOME. And a Family who loves me. And a God who never lets His ability to work in my life go unnoticed.
So, there is is people. My first post in my new HOME.
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Grace increased in an apartment called "home"
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