In the two months since my first post on this blog, I’ve traveled home to Mississippi from an extended visit with my sister’s family in Denver, loaded up a U-Haul truck with everything I own, and moved with my dad from my childhood home to a small town on the outskirts of Grand Junction, Colorado. It’s been a whirlwind sixty days spent on the road and in hotel rooms, and I’m comfortably settled into my beautiful new home now, but I (somewhat naively) expected this move to be The Grand Turning Point in my life… and I’d be lying if I told you it’s lived up to that expectation so far.
I had hopes of reinventing myself in this new town–making new friends, getting a new job, and being the truest version of myself, but I’ve found myself facing fears and insecurities that didn’t even occur to me mere weeks ago. Granted, it’s only been a few weeks I’ve been a resident of The Centennial State, but change is the only constant in my new life here so far.
No one ever said anxiety makes sense, though, and until I find the clarity I’m searching for, I’m trusting in God to lead me–to show me the plans He has in mind for me and to put me on the path I couldn’t fathom on my own.
I leave you with this, dear Reader: “Rocky Mountain High” by the inimitable John Denver. This song has been the soundtrack of my life for a few weeks now, and I hope to find this kind of grace, peace, and the promise of a brighter future in my new hometown soon.
He was born in the summer of his 27th year
Coming home to a place he’d never been before
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again
You might say he found a key for every door
When he first came to the mountains his life was far away
On the road and hanging by a song
But the string’s already broken and he doesn’t really care
It keeps changing fast and it don’t last for long