Today, I laid on my Mama's & Daddy's living room floor in full surrender and almost fell asleep. My soul felt good lying there, just thinking about the new life I was now creating.
Sometimes some of the most beautiful sights and experiences can happen in some of the most vulnerable places.
I'm still writing about my move, because it's such a humongous loss. It's gain, because I'm entering into a new , wonderful place to live, but it's also been a challenging move.
I not only miss my friends, I miss an awesome church family, and I miss my life there. I left a fairly good job that I loved; working with women who were close to my heart for the potential they had in their futures.
I felt on purpose.
And then... without much warning.. maybe two months of it, it's all gone.
Or is it?
I'm not certain it's all gone, but it's definitely shifted.
Into a new place in my life. Placed on a shelf like a badge of honor and blessings overflow.
But you know, you cannot then your back on good things, unless you know there more out there for you .
And so I surrender...
I acquiesce .
And I make a conscious choice to go forward; leaving everything familiar behind. And I choose life.An entirely new life, because I can. And , because my life leans forward for new things, blessed things, a calling that is sure, destined and meant to be.
It's not scary, it's just unknown . And where some choose to stay comfy - and take no leaps because ' a leaping life ' could absolutely different than before , I chose this new life because I'm sort of addicted to adventure.
And adventure in this life, could look like surrender, in the next. And that's quite fine. It's so alright.
As I sat on the floor in full surrender; my siblings asked if I wanted a chair, and I said 'No.'
No chairs. Full surrender .
It's a good thing... I'm learning in my surrender, to soar