Three years ago, on February 8th of 2016, I loaded my car with as many clothes as I could fit and left Houston. I left Houston to head north to a city I didn't know much about. I had no place to live. I still had a few months left on my lease in Houston. I didn't know many people in Dallas and certainly had no friends to look forward to seeing. I had a job lined up and prayed that the rest would fall into place. I would make it work. I had to. I lived with family friends for the first six weeks. Three different families that helped me out when they had no obligation to do so. Two of the three families I had never met before. I introduced myself the day I showed up on the front porch, with a car full of clothes. Looking back I am both thankful and proud. Thankful for my Mom who arranged everything for me. Thankful for those families who took me in, and proud of myself. The quiet girl who took a leap of faith in order to chase a dream.
Overall, things have not gone according to plan. Have you ever heard that saying? It goes something like "if you want to make God laugh, tell him your plans for the future." The train carrying the original plan of a life in Dallas and what I thought it would look like derailed so long ago, it's hard to remember what I originally imagined my life would be like in Dallas. The crazy thing is that it all worked out. The twists and turns that could have taken me down didn't. I refused. The Lord carried me through it all and I eventually arrived on the other side of the map at places where I still wonder "am I really here? How lucky am I?"
The point of today's blog post is to celebrate the journey. My journey, and your journey as well. I hope that you're forever brave and aren't afraid to take a huge risk. It might not play out the way you wanted it to, but boy does the Lord do an amazing job of showing you that his plans are always (and will ALWAYS be) best.