I've been sitting here for the past several hours listening to a warped array of music from Ella Fitzgerald to The Features to a little Garth Brooks and slowly letting it sink in that in less than a month I will no longer live here. It scares the living bejeebers out of me. I have lived with my folks for the past 26 years (not including the 18 months I lived in Atlanta for school), and I am realizing I have no idea what I'm doing.
Over the past several months I have spent a lot of time talking to God and trying to truly trust him. I know he's not going to drop me on my head, and I know this little tug in my heart pulling me forward is from him...I just wish I wasn't still struggling to believe.
Going to Ohio is the right thing to do. I need to force myself out. To take this next step. To have faith that even if it seems insane, this will prove to be something amazing. God isn't going to let me down.
Tonight I will take a couple more deep breaths. I will work the sleep out of my curled up right leg, and I will add a few more to-do's to my to-do list. I will hold God's promises to my heart knowing He's got only my best in mind, and also holding to the thought that there are many more good deeds to be done and hearts to be warmed.
Good things will come of this bit of insanity, even if it's not what I'm expecting.
Wish me luck,
ps. Favorite Things of This Very Moment (10:41 pm):
- Newly photocopied recipes to try
- Slipper boots
- Bet Me by Jennifer Crusie
- To-do lists
- Sleep leaving my legs
- Dangly silver earrings