A few months ago as I was riding the boat to work I knew that my next step was moving back east. I threw myself whole heartedly into that plan. I gave up my apartment, sold my things (sold my car), invested money in visas, travel, etc. and hopped on a plane not knowing when I would be back (thinking I may never move back). Well fast forward a few months and now I am preparing to move back west. *insert face palm* As I’ve said to a few friends recently:
God says sell all your things and follow me to other side of the earth.
Good.
Now turn around and move back.
Had this happened 5 years ago I would have fallen apart. In fact someone who has known me my whole life recently said to me “you are oddly calm about all of this…” And I replied “that’s the nice thing about getting older. You just don’t care.” Don’t get me wrong I have a lot of emotions and a lot of questions running through my head about the whole shebang, but its not putting me in a tail spin.
I am a little worried (and a bit curious) to know how I am going to land another job. From an employer standpoint I know its going to be hard to see past the last half year and give me a chance. My resume and cover letter is going to need some serious work.
Tonight I was reading through some old notes I came across a quote I had scribbled down at church: “God gives you an experience to carry you to your purpose. The devil wants to make your experience your purpose.” I tend to get tied up in the details and can sometimes forget the big picture. Its reassuring to know that there is a bigger picture. I may not understand it now… or ever… but its there all the same.
