On Saturday it was two months since I moved over 300 miles from my hometown. It has been an exciting and an exhilarating two months. It has been overwhelming at times, it has been life changing, but all in all I think it has been the plan God has been working on for the past ten years of my life.

I do not like changes. I like everything to remain the same. God has taught me many things and one of those is that nothing remains the same except change. I have learned to live with changes and even grow to enjoy the life experiences I have encountered.

I feel comfortable in my new surroundings. I was blessed to get a job the second day I was here and that has worked out wonderfully. I get to see two of my grandchildren more often and I plan to see my other grandchildren as often as I did before.

Last January I began to think about moving here. I even had a mindset that I would move in April of 2005. Things didn’t pan out. Nothing seemed to click. I, again, was thinking in “my time”. God had another time planned for me and that was in December seven months from my appointed time. I had asked God’s blessings and help in my move. When things didn’t work out in April, I just imagined that God had said no. I, of little faith became resigned to the fact that it wasn’t God’s will for me to move. It was his will, the time just wasn’t right. I still had some things to deal with in my hometown. One of the things I dealt with was helping my mother move in to town and get settled. My step-dad and my mother had lived in the country for over 35 years and it was a big adjustment for them to move. All that took place in June and I spent the next few months going over to their house two or three times a day just to visit and I believe it helped my mother adjust to leaving her beloved home.

My only worry was leaving my mother. Not because she is feeble or in bad health. On the contrary, she is more active than I am. It was the fact for the first time in all my life that I had a relationship with her and I really appreciated the fact that we were connecting. She wasn’t happy about me moving, but she encouraged me to do what I felt was right for me. I wasn’t used to encouraging words from her and I felt like it was God’s way of telling me to load up my things and go forward with my life.

I am not eighteen years old leaving home for the first time. I have been around a long time, but it was the first time as an adult that I made a decision for me. While the ideal situation for me would be to live an hour away from each of my four children and five grandchildren, I am content, satisfied and feel very blessed to be out on my own and doing what I believe God wanted me to do.

I am not afraid because I know that God will provide and that he will guide me. I have never felt as close to God. This is a moving story because after oh so many years I am pleased with a decision that God and I made together. “I can do all things through Christ which strengtheneth me.”

Sincerely,
Sandy

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