Ok. I’ve got a confession. Since we’ve been home, I’ve prayed that the Lord would send me to a job. A good job. A job where I could finally settle down and build a career. A job filled with good, kind, respectful humans who would develop a healthy family atmosphere. AND HE DID. So. I’m on the Coast for 2 1/2 weeks for training. I’VE NOT PARTICIPATED IN THE PROFESSIONAL PUBLIC IN OVER A YEAR. Let that sink in. I’ve gone from Nike shorts and T-shirts and flip flop tan lines on my feet (actually, I also had tan lines from my hiking shoes that made polka dots on my feet, so that was awesome) to closed toe shoes, real pants, and blouses. What is this life?!?! I bought new clothes… because hello. I lived on an island for a year. Lost weight, because we walked EVERYWHERE and sweated off every ounce of fat just sitting in the living room because NO AC. Came back to America and gained every single pound back and then some. I mean…. duh I ate all the fried goodness smothered in butter and ranch. Because Southern food is meant to put some meat on your bones. So new job, new clothes, new opportunities.
I had a conversation with my dad the other day about the city we live in. The mayor had told him something quite relevant and meaningful for most things of life. He said our downtown wasn’t developing, it was evolving. Isn’t that so true for a lot of things? About life? We evolve. Life evolves. We grow. Or we don’t. And we stay the same and watch life pass us by. There has been so much change and new things and evolving in my life the past four years. And I have evolved as a person, as a woman, as a wife, as a friend, as a daughter, and as a sister. New things and change is where we evolve into the people the Lord created us to be, so we can do the holy things we were created to do. I wonder if we evolve until the day God takes us home.
Till next time!