found the following thoughts in an old blog when we moved from Clatskanie to Montana... odd how somes things are exactly the same and some things just didn't matter. The friendship thing ended up being the least of the worries that the "new place" brought to me. The Montana factor ended up being a place of heart break and stress. ...and i'm still wondering about my career options after yet another move. How do i break this damn cycle??
sometime in early August, 2007
So, is it true that there is a purpose for every life? does it have to come in the form of a "career?"
I am here in this new place and wondering how my friends are... wondering who my new friends will be and thinking about how all this will unfold over the next several weeks/months/years...
There is something refreshing about starting over in a new place. i may have to find out what that is and sort out all of the bittersweetness in my heart. i miss where i was, and yet i am excited to be here. i think those who are in my old hometown will miss me - but for how long? their lives are the same - the same faces, places and routines will keep them busy and in time my face won't belong there any more. my life is completely different - no familiar faces, places or routines... i keep busy just trying to maintain. unpacking things that need to find a new place in this house i'm trying to make feel like "home."
Time goes on... as does life... just what will become of mine?
what's strange about the profession of "pastor's wife" is that it's not really up to us when or if we move... it just seems to be where the Spirit leads. part of me thinks that is absolutely messed up. what if i don't WANT to leave?! i suppose Jonah asked the same thing.