I have to be honest with ya'll. This year has been a hard year on me. For those of you that don't know, we moved from sunny Florida to tree-filled Georgia this past June. And I DID NOT WANT TO GO. It was for my job and they gave me all of two weeks for the entire "moving" process.
It has been hard. Our town in Macon is not super hip and there do not seem to be a ton of young people around. We found a church but have yet to find a Sunday school class that we enjoy. So we have had a hard time making friends. This is the complete opposit of how life was in Florida, because we were in a VERY large Sunday school that we loved and it was effortless to make friends. So I just always envisioned that the same ease would follow our friend-making endeavors here in Florida.
So basically, I have been feeling sorry for myself for the past six months. And I HATE feeling sorry for myself. What a nasty quality that I usually do not allow myself to struggle with very often.
I have also been having problems with one of my best friends in the entire world, which has not helped the whole friend situation. Suffice it to say that feeling super confident and great about myself has not been easy these past few months.
This is not meant to be so much of a debbie downer post....there is a point to this post. And I will get on with it...
I was reminded the other day, that there are different seasons in life for a RESASON! Lately I wonder if God didn't "isolate" me on purpose. My walk with the Lord was kinda hum-drum in Florida. I still had a relationship with the Lord, but it wasn't being nurtured and as a result, it wasn't growing. Having a lot of free time on my hands has given me such a great opportunity to really LEARN about Jesus. To spend vast amounts of time with him. To study His word with a fine tooth comb. It hasn't been easy. And I have cried lots of tears over the past few months. But now, somehow, I feel like maybe all of this has a purpose. Like I am being prepared for something later on down the line. Kind of the way that winter prepares and makes way for the blooming of spring.
And that makes this season so worth it.
disclaimer:please don't see this post as a "begging for compliments". I didn't write this as a poor pitiful me, sob story. I realize my life is very blessed. But everyone has these periods of struggle in their life and I just wanted to remember mine. Thanks for reading my thoughts as always.
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If I lived in Macon, I would meet for coffee and tell you about my last several years. I completely understand where you are coming from. But it is those kinds of times where you do the most lasting character building and get to know God again. I can't believe I've come so far in a year. And it had nothing to do with me. I just was open to learning what I needed to learn. It's hard, but I wouldn't trade my "adventures" for anything. They have helped me become a better woman. =)
Love your honesty. Sometimes it helps to write it out... HUGS your way! :)
I'm so glad you found a reason for this season. sometimes it's so hard to see, but it's so comforting to know that it's all a part of His plan!! Praise Him for that : )
I'm worried about this myself when I move from Fla. to S.C. But I keep reminding myself God will teach me along the way. Thanks for offering me a similar perspective and some comfort knowing others are going through it, too!
I'm sure He does have a plan and purpose for your move. I've had problems with "close friends" this year too...nothing major, but I did have to accept the fact that friends do come and go throughout your life. It changes your perspective on so many things.
With that sad, I do hope you meet like minded friends of whom you can enjoy fellowship with! :)
Aw. I just found your blog. Cute! :)
I feel your pain. We moved (right outside Macon) last year and it was super hard making friends around there. To be honest...I never really did. Ha.
Thankfully we relocated to TN, but who knows where we will be when this job is done at the end of this year. Keep your head up doll, I promise it'll get better! :)
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