One Year Ago

We found out we were moving. We had no idea where, but our lives were flipped upside down. We dropped everything in our life to go to the Temple that night, and we knew that it would be okay. We would move, and we would be blessed. The feelings from that day still feel fresh. The fear, the unknown, the worry. I felt like the rug was pulled out from underneath me. I had no idea what to do next, and we didn't tell people what was going on. And I wear my feelings out for everyone to show.. and I had many people wondering if I was okay. And I was, I was just scared of the unknown.

It began a month of prayers, of fasting, of waiting, of believing. And as we waited we were blessed. Randy flew all over the country interviewing for jobs in different parts of the country, and I was praying to go where was right, but if I got to choose Austin, Texas sounded great. We had looked at the job for Indianapolis many times and decided to throw it in the pile, all the while not giving it much thought, and constantly trying to pull it out of the running, but not being able to. So we waited. We had faith. And I about drove myself crazy with the waiting game. The adventure was exciting, but my heart was sad to leave family, friends, and Washington. It had always been my home.

Today I look back at the year we had. The year of taking a leap of faith. Believing our Heavenly Father had a great plan for us. Believing it would be okay. Adjusting to Eastern Time Zone (which I still hate.) Adjusting to living over 2000 miles away from family. Living in Indiana has brought us many blessings. More than I ever would have imagined. We have wonderful friends here that I couldn't imagine not having in my life. We have neighbors that are among the best in the world. We have grown as a family, and Randy and I as a couple.

And I continue my mantra, I can do hard things. Because this year was hard on so many levels. But I did it. I have lived in Indiana for over nine months now. I have not been back to Washington in seven. I have lived without seeing family weekly, if not more often. And I am not crying or hurting from missing them. I did cry a lot that first month. I missed my home so much it hurt. I would lay in bed at night just wishing I was home. Wishing I could change the past, and feeling hopeless. And after one month I decided I couldn't do anything about it. I was here to stay so I better figure out how to deal. And nine months later I am here. And I am trying to make sure I am finding the joy in the journey. I don't know how long we will be here, but I need to enjoy it. For me, for my husband, for my children.

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