So...It's unofficially official that within the next few weeks I'll be moving to Iowa. This is a decision that has come with much prayer and wrestling. It's something that I've known in the back of my mind for quite some time, but has just recently begun to feel more real as God has been opening door after door for me.
In a few short hours, my brother will be driving a load of clothes, my desk, and keyboard, up to my Grandma's house where I'll be living. I'll be able to be there to help my grandma and her twin sister as they are aging and could use a helping hand.
After my first job interview (which was nothing short of a miracle in itself - I "just happened" to see the one-day posting, "just happened" to email them, "just happened" to be in the area to be interviewed), I was all but offered my dream job....It's not a sealed deal yet though so prayers are appreciated.
As I reflect on the last few years, I am amazed by how the pieces fit together. How He's been preparing me for this for so long. Bringing me out of my comfort zone, increasing my trust in Him. (Because yes, even though it may sound silly, I'm a little nervous about moving so far away from home.) Even how the pieces of my education - although in seemingly unconnected areas of dietetics - almost all fit into this prospective position....
I'm sitting here in awe of God's incredible love and mercy. It's so humbling to watch Him open doors and lead me in the direction that He wants me to go. I don't know what His plan for me is yet, but I absolutely can't wait to discover it.