Wow! A whole year…a whole year in Vancouver…and what a year it’s been.
I won’t mince words on this one. It’s been hard. Hard in all the
But we were made for hard things. And not only were we made for them,
Beyond the hard things, there has also been healing. Healing within myself and relationships in ways I didn’t even realize I was broken.
The Lord has brought us to the wilderness, literally and figuratively. He has stripped away any sense of comfort or false security and left me to examine the vastness of my own soul. He has allowed me to sit in the discomfort of my aloneness, a solitude that is altogether uneasy yet obviously so so needed in my journey. He revealed, ever so slowly my complete and utter need for Him and only Him.
He reminds me again and again that trust isn’t the momentary act of stepping on a plane with a one-way ticket in hand. Trust is showing up
I’m experiencing all the feelings rolled up into this one year mark. On one hand, I expected to be further along in this journey…further along emotionally with friendships more rooted, further along in feeling like I belong or if not belong at least blending in a little more, further along in my acclimation to this similar enough but not quite the same as
On the other hand, when I step back and objectively look at all our family has been through this year I’m surprised how well we’re coping. We’ve adjusted. We made a few new friends. We’ve added another little Padley to the mix and he has slid on into family life just fine.
So that’s where I am. A slight peak into my heart, my family and this mission we’ve been called to. Its been a bumpy ride for sure and we have not escaped unbruised. Even so, the dust is settling and I’m beginning to see that we are braver and more resilient than we ever realized. We can do hard things. We were made to do