Well, it’s been a while.
My whole life looks completely different than it did only a few short weeks ago. Because, well, I moved…yep, again.
This time, I’ve landed back to where it all began, well sort of. About a month ago, I packed up my car with as much as I could cram into it and hit the open road. About 18 hours and a thousand or so miles later, I found myself back in the great state of Washington surrounded by tall trees, snow-capped mountains and a forecast full of a whole lot of liquid sunshine.
So what turned this surf seeking, beach loving, California girl into an umbrella toting (just kidding, I refuse to carry an umbrella) puddle hopping, mountain climbing, Washingtonian? Well, after a few months of wandering, I decided it was time to plant my feet somewhere for a while.
If you’ve followed along with my zig-zag of a journey over the past year, you’ll know that I’ve done a whole lot of traveling, searching, exploring, back and forth, here and there….California to Montana to North Dakota, back to California and then on to Washington.
The adventure was amazing but after the excitement wore off, I was left plain dizzy from it all. Trying to remember what zip code I lived in or what time zone I was actually in was hard. You may laugh, but I’m not even kidding. To not feel at home wherever you go was a very hard thing to deal with, especially considering it was 100% by my own doing.
Now, I’ve been called a lot of things throughout this whole process; a vagabond, a gypsy (thanks Mom?), an adventurer, a wanderer, a brave soul, and sometimes, just plain stupid. And to each their own, but one thing I realized recently is that though I may have seemed to wander aimlessly over the last year, I know in my heart of hearts that I was wandering with a purpose. I know that the Lord did not send me on this broken path full of uphill battles and tears for nothing. Things may have gone differently than I could have ever expected but I know that I live for a God who is always good and knows what I need better than I ever could. In this season of life, He has made a way for me through mountains and deserts and valleys (quite literally) to bring me to a place where I can fully realize my dreams and walk towards the plans He has for my life, because I know they have got to be something simply, amazing.
Now, I’m not saying that I have “arrived” because believe me, I know there is a lot of journeying left, but something about the here and now just feels right. And for a girl who has lived in four different states in the last year, that’s saying something. So cheers to this moment, to finding joy in this roller coaster adventure, to seeking new opportunities and to trusting in an all-knowing, ever powerful God.
I dare you to realize that this journey you’re on is a path laid out before you by the one who loves you. I challenge you to see the wandering with a new set of eyes, to realize that we are all wandering with a greater purpose. I encourage you to trust the direction you are headed in and seek joy in each and every moment, big or small, because mountains and molehills matter.
So, wander on ;)