Hard to imagine
If I hadn't extended, yesterday would have been my last day here in Massachusetts. Today, I'd be preparing to pack up my small rental house and load it up to the car. Tomorrow, I'd begin the 2-3 day drive back to Kentucky, rest for a bit and wait for something new. Instead, I'm sitting here in my small rental house, my car half packed up while the rest of the house is still getting packed up and in a few hours I'll be driving to a neighboring city to try out a new church tonight. From there, I'll unload my packed car to the new place I'll be staying at for the remainder of my time here, however long that may be. Tomorrow, I'll work, finish packing up the car, and move for good on Monday to my new place, about 20 minutes away, leaving early to avoid the Boston Marathon traffic and road closings.
It's a blessing, really. Because if yesterday was really and truly my last day, I know I would have not been ready. I remember driving here for the first time 3 months ago, following my dad in his rental car and about near to having a panic attack in the busy Massachusetts traffic, wondering how I was going to do this for 3 months. I always underestimate how fast the time goes here. Every time. This past Monday was my birthday, and I was pretty tired after being in airports all day, having been in Kentucky last weekend. Which that in and of itself was truly wonderful; I got to catch up with my sister and BIL, my best friend who's going to be a mommy in July and with my pastor, wife and kids from my home church. I got a lot of good laughs, good food and encouragement during that weekend, more than I can count. I'm still thinking about the future, my future here, and I think I'm closer to reaching a decision. I'm still going to pray about it, and time will tell.
Anyway, this past Monday was my birthday, and it was one of the best I've had in a long time. To be honest, I didn't know what to expect. Last year's birthday I found myself feeling a bit glum; I had to work the next night so after a dinner with my parents I had to drive back to my apartment where I spent the remainder of the evening alone. It was hard, and I wanted to do things, get out and see something, do something, but my parents didn't really want to. It was tough, really. A few weeks ago, I put something out for my co-workers that if they wanted to come have dinner with me to meet up at a nearby fondue restaurant to come by. I knew at least two of my work friends would come, but two more showed up later! We laughed until we cried, had a few drinks and I ate more food than I had in a long time. A $50 bill on my end and more laughing on the way home, along with presents of Skittles and a nice card from one work friend and a beautiful necklace from another, I ended up crashing at my friend's house, totally worn out, but in good spirits. I'm really blessed here, which is why I've decided to stay longer. These people, this place, has been like home and such folks like family. Here's to wherever the road here takes me, however long it may be. I heard this song on a Spotify playlist not too long ago and it seemed pertinent to my situation. I've been meditating on it, along with God's word, for some time now.
I won't forget the things You've done
For I know that this is just the beginning
And You're not finished yet
You're not finished yet
Until I see Your promise come
God with all I am, I'll keep believing
That You're not finished yet
You're not finished yet
It's a blessing, really. Because if yesterday was really and truly my last day, I know I would have not been ready. I remember driving here for the first time 3 months ago, following my dad in his rental car and about near to having a panic attack in the busy Massachusetts traffic, wondering how I was going to do this for 3 months. I always underestimate how fast the time goes here. Every time. This past Monday was my birthday, and I was pretty tired after being in airports all day, having been in Kentucky last weekend. Which that in and of itself was truly wonderful; I got to catch up with my sister and BIL, my best friend who's going to be a mommy in July and with my pastor, wife and kids from my home church. I got a lot of good laughs, good food and encouragement during that weekend, more than I can count. I'm still thinking about the future, my future here, and I think I'm closer to reaching a decision. I'm still going to pray about it, and time will tell.
Anyway, this past Monday was my birthday, and it was one of the best I've had in a long time. To be honest, I didn't know what to expect. Last year's birthday I found myself feeling a bit glum; I had to work the next night so after a dinner with my parents I had to drive back to my apartment where I spent the remainder of the evening alone. It was hard, and I wanted to do things, get out and see something, do something, but my parents didn't really want to. It was tough, really. A few weeks ago, I put something out for my co-workers that if they wanted to come have dinner with me to meet up at a nearby fondue restaurant to come by. I knew at least two of my work friends would come, but two more showed up later! We laughed until we cried, had a few drinks and I ate more food than I had in a long time. A $50 bill on my end and more laughing on the way home, along with presents of Skittles and a nice card from one work friend and a beautiful necklace from another, I ended up crashing at my friend's house, totally worn out, but in good spirits. I'm really blessed here, which is why I've decided to stay longer. These people, this place, has been like home and such folks like family. Here's to wherever the road here takes me, however long it may be. I heard this song on a Spotify playlist not too long ago and it seemed pertinent to my situation. I've been meditating on it, along with God's word, for some time now.
I won't forget the things You've done
For I know that this is just the beginning
And You're not finished yet
You're not finished yet
Until I see Your promise come
God with all I am, I'll keep believing
That You're not finished yet
You're not finished yet
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| Wait staff brought this for me to dig into. Happy 28, and here's to 28 more :) |
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