Well, I’ve moved. Yep, totally out of Mertztown and back in the even more thriving metropolis of Pottstown. Actually comparatively speaking, it is a big city. No corn fields or cows, but culture all the same. There is a lot going on. Moving to a different city, getting rid of a lot of things, and moving back into the house in which I grew up. I know what you are thinking. And no, it was not a necessity, but it is a good opportunity. A win win of situations, with a whole lot of compromise and adjustment to boot!
At times I have thought that I am a complete moron for even considering such a thing. Then I realize that often when we are told to do things, it doesn’t always make a lot of sense in the traditional sense. But, it is an answer to prayer.
You see, I began praying about about six months ago, that if it would be possible, God would allow me to move closer to my church. I would drive home from music practices, or small groups looking at an hour’s drive and being exhausted, just wanted to be home. Not to mention if someone had a need or I had a meal to take a grieving family or new mother, well, there were challenges.
I never thought God would work it so that my parents would be in another state for most of the time and that I’d be in their house with my sister. Not my first choice, but I see already in this first month, that God is blessing me and I am seeing Him to be faithful, as He always is.
There will be challenges, I will continue to sin and have a terrible attitude at times, but I am work in progress and He is faithful to complete this construction site of a human.
