Learning to walk again.

I fell asleep last night to what seemed like the re-play of an old home video playing in my mind: I was a small child with blonde curls and chubby legs, wobbling and shaking as my Dad began teaching me to walk. Fear and uncertainty clearly showing on my face, I definitely did not want to be standing on my own with nothing to grasp for stability. But, my Dad was standing in front of me with arms wide open, a smile of reassurance on his face, beckoning me forward. One step at a time, I inched my way back into the safety of his big, strong arms...

                                               (photo cred: hilittlebird.com)

It has been a couple months since I have written anything on my blog. So much has changed and happened in my life, but God wasn't lying when He said he is always the same. He remains consistent and faithful even when we are so very unfaithful.

     "if we are faithless, he remains faithful–for he cannot deny himself."    2 Timothy 2:13

July 21

After a long year of TFA working as a 6th grade teacher in South Carolina, I decided it was okay to move on from a very unsustainable and unsupported job. So when my lease ended, I packed up a Uhaul trailer and set out on the next leg of my grand adventure.

After a week and a half road trip across the country from Charleston to Nashville to Chicago to Wisconsin to Omaha to Colorado, I finally landed in my final destination beneath the Flatiron mountains of Boulder, Colorado. Initially, I moved upon accepting a job at a "group home" for young girls and also discovering a place to rest my head at the home of a mutual friend from Charleston. Things looked uncertain, but totally great as I traveled along many intertwining interstates of the USA.

August 22

I am still in Boulder, now without a job due to several red flags and totally uncertain of what in the world I am doing. I guess you could say I am the epitome of a "free-spirited hippie" at this point and the world is probably looking at me calling me everything from entirely irresponsible to lost and totally crazy.

But, this morning I awoke remembering vividly the childhood film replaying in my mind. He's teaching me to walk again, and everything is going to be okay. Sometimes, we have to embrace that terrifying place of complete and utter trust in God alone; no attachments, no bondage, no commitments, no security before He scoops us back up in His arms and tells us, "Good job, little girl. I knew you could do it, you just had to believe. I was never going to let you hurt yourself."