Today has been 1 month since we moved from Washington to Colorado. It took us 3 long days to get to Colorado Springs...and we survived. Let me tell you, riding in the car for 7-8 hours at a time with 2 young ones will make you lose your religion. At times I cranked up the music so loud just so that I didn't have to hear them fighting.
We moved into a comfortable condo (i.e. what people with larger home may consider ours) in the Northeast side of the city. We live by an elementary school, shopping centers, and many different attractions. We have only begun to explore what the city has to offer.
We're getting out and meeting people. We're being intentional in our pursuits. What I love about the women I have met is that they embrace their old friends and welcome new. Maybe I'm putting myself out there more or maybe they're just more inviting. I don't know, but I'm thankful for the opportunity that our family has to be a part of something REAL.
I was reminded of this new season by a letter that I wrote to myself at a women's retreat back in March. Yes, it's weird getting a letter in the mail 6 months later addressed in your own handwriting. Almost kind of creepy. I find it like reading your own eulogy. I wrote:
We moved into a comfortable condo (i.e. what people with larger home may consider ours) in the Northeast side of the city. We live by an elementary school, shopping centers, and many different attractions. We have only begun to explore what the city has to offer.
We're getting out and meeting people. We're being intentional in our pursuits. What I love about the women I have met is that they embrace their old friends and welcome new. Maybe I'm putting myself out there more or maybe they're just more inviting. I don't know, but I'm thankful for the opportunity that our family has to be a part of something REAL.
I was reminded of this new season by a letter that I wrote to myself at a women's retreat back in March. Yes, it's weird getting a letter in the mail 6 months later addressed in your own handwriting. Almost kind of creepy. I find it like reading your own eulogy. I wrote:
I pray for something BIG -- something to just BLOW MY MIND! Help me [God] to go through those doors that you have so graciously opened. You are going to do amazing things in this year to come. Start dreaming and DO SOMETHING!"
Well that something BIG happened and it sure BLEW MY MIND. The new season of being in a new state, new friends, new jobs, new everything was already planned for us. We just needed to take the steps through those doors. It's hard. It's scary. It's stressful. It's a BEAUTIFUL MESS.