Well, I've arrived in the land of milk and honey.
Or more accurately, the land of soda shops and cookie stores.
Why have we moved to Utah you ask? The short answer is, I'm not entirely sure. But let me share the longer answer with you...
For about the last 5 years I have been searching for what is next. Who am I now that my kids are grown and gone? Where do I belong, and how can I serve?
And like most great ideas in my life, the answer came as I was stepping out of the shower:
"The reason you can't figure out what you are supposed to be doing is because it's not here. It's in Utah."
What????
Honestly, this idea--this revelation--terrified me. I mean, I've never thought of myself as a Utah girl. (My eyelashes are way to sparse for that title). But I knew, with absolute certainty, that Utah is where we needed to be.
So here we are. And it's weird and it's different and it still makes little sense, but, it's right.
Sometimes in life we have to take big leaps. We have to do what's difficult or uncomfortable because standing still means going backwards.
And I don't want to go backwards. I want to learn and grow and become the person that HE wants me to be. I want to lift and love and serve and LIVE.
Even if (especially if) it means doing that in Utah.
