I've Been Thinking - Part 1

I started writing this post approximately two years ago. I've never shared anything this personal but now feels like a good time to do so. I don't know when Part 2 will be published.

I became a Christian at the age of eight. It was during our church's annual crusade. One particular night the words of Pastor Tom Roberts pricked my heart. At the end of the crusade, all who made a decision to follow Christ were baptized at a local beach. To this day, I still remember being at the beach (I assumed my parents took me) and being baptized. I remember feeling like a "new" person, if that is possible for an 8-year-old. But more than that, I remember the next day at school, a classmate

Current Happenings

I'm moving.

It's a big move from the West Coast to the East Coast.

It's an "it's about doggone time" move; the West Coast never felt like home.

It's been chaotically peaceful. Lots of moving parts, but yet everything moved like a well-oiled machine. I'm smart, and so is my husband, but we're not THAT smart. I attribute the peace to God.

Moving is emotional. I lived in my house for 16 years. Every piece of paper, every knick-knack, every stain has a memory associated with it. My brain naturally goes back to those memories. The sad ones seem to have more staying power, but the joyous ones are a reminder that life goes on.

I've moved.