I wanted to let you know that I am still here…
Originally that was all that I planned to say. I’m still alive and I’m still in Houston. I started work a few weeks ago, and I’ve just barely had time to breathe since then. I just haven’t had much time for blogging…or much of anything else. I have all of these great ideas and stories for blog posts, but those will have to be for another time.
For now I just want to share that although I see some HUGE, TREMENDOUS, AMAZING, GRACE-FILLED blessings from God in this season of life, I am struggling. Is that okay to admit? I hope so, because it’s the truth. Like I said, I have some AWESOME stories to share about how God has been moving powerfully in my life (a certain car story tops the list)…but for tonight it’s enough for me to say that I am still in Houston.
I am still here when every ounce of my flesh desires to be in Indiana. I am still here even though I feel so alone and homesick. I am still here even though I have repeatedly calculated how much time it would take me to load up my car (less than an hour), how far I could get before spending the night (Little Rock if I leave in the morning, Texarkana if I leave in the afternoon), and all of the reasons why I headed back home (raising support, family stuff). I am still here after many tears and many fears have almost won.
I am still here. And it is only by the grace and strength of God that I am.