We moved into our house almost exactly one year ago. I remember because Audrey was just shy of six weeks old, and my sister had just had her baby days before.
It has been a hard year. Really hard. I spent the entire time Andrew was in school longing to be back home in Tennessee. I guess I never let my mind wander much beyond that. I never wondered what our lives would be like after we got back.
Andrew’s first year in practice has been good, but also hard, and really stressful. We were away for so long that the friends we left behind have all moved on, some literally, some figuratively, and some both. We have plugged into an amazing church family, but we still feel like the new folks a lot of the time. We haven’t grown roots here yet, and we have felt a lot of those growing pains this year.
Andrew and I have experienced growing pains in our marriage as well. I’ve experienced them in my relationships with my girls, and even with my own mom. It has been a year full of so many good things, but so many hard things too.
I ran into an old friend over the weekend. It was so nice, but it made me nostalgic and emotional, and put me in a really weird head-space, which caught me completely off guard. After I got my bearings back, and laid many “what ifs” to rest, I was able to see the way God’s hand has worked and moved in my life throughout the past year. He’s been constant and steady, in the midst of all the other ups and downs.
And God doesn’t dwell on our pasts. He is always working, always pruning, and always moving (at His own, supernatural pace.) He is doing a new thing. He is making a way in the wilderness. He is making streams in the wastelands. He is doing HIS thing, even in the midst of our every day, ordinary.