Remembering

I believe that waiting to start this new adventure is the hardest.  We have two months of living in limbo...moving out of our first home together, moving in with parents, saying long good byes, savoring moments with family and friends, wishing we could be here for the changes in our family and friends lives.

I think every day how I will miss my students (even on bad days), how we won't get to see my younger brother graduate college, miss the baby brother's proms and high school graduation, not know who our siblings date, see one of our dearest friends' first child born, miss friends making great accomplishments in their lives, treasure family time.  It is so hard.  And scary.

I try to remember moving to Houston.  It scared me silly to live on my own truly for the first time of my life.  But because of the move to Houston I found my passion, my husband, and hardest trial ever that molded me into me.  Houston is the reason I feel hard for Capitol Hill  (our church family), I teach, I desire to work with teen moms, and have the hubs.  If I didn't do that because I was scared, I don't know where I would be today.  Houston was not easy.  It challenged me, made me extremely tired and frustrated, but every day I thank God I had the experience to work with Impact church of Christ in Houston.

I hope I have the same experience with the Peace Corps.  I try to remember God never leaves me.  I believe this is the plan for us and I know this because so many things have fell into place that shouldn't have.   I try to remember my best friend will be by my side as well as family and friends supporting us here.