It really is strange, moving to a new place. Geographically, spiritually and relationally, everything is different now. You see, I visited Tallahassee last week, and what I found was this: it is no longer my home.
I flew down for my friends’ wedding(which was incredible), and I got to see and talk with most of my good friends from the last four years(who are all amazingly lovely people). I was blessed, for sure, to have that opportunity. Finally, though, I had to face the reality: I just don’t belong there any more. It’s unnerving, quickly growing distant from many old friends and very slowly developing new ones. It leaves me in a kind of in-between place.
There is good news for me. I know I was placed here in DC by God. And since that is the case, I know He has a purpose in mind. This is my home, because He is with me, and my heart belongs to Him. Wherever He sends me I go, even if it’s hard for a while. His love reigns and will reign forever in me; I am in good hands.
“His divine power has given us everything we need for life and godliness through our knowledge of him who called us by his own glory and goodness.”—2 Peter 1:3