I'm starting on a new journey.... not as exciting as traveling around the world, or even across the States. Nothing glamorous; just humbling. My starting place is rising out of an ending, and that is humbling, scary, and overwhelming.
I'm moving to New York City next month.
Not because it's exciting or trendy. Not because I've gotten a great job offer that I can't turn down. Not because I've met a great guy. Like I said, it's nothing glamorous.
I'm burned out. And I hate that, but it's true. So I'm leaving my new house, my city, some of the best friends I've ever had. And I'm going to NYC to regroup and figure out what God has next for me. At one point in Mark's gospel, Jesus says to his disciples, "Come away by yourselves to a desolate place and rest a while." I realize the "city that never sleeps" isn't exactly a "desolate place," but I think the principle holds true. Compared to my life in Philly, it will be a desolate place. And so I am going there to rest a while. To be still and to know that He is God. And he is for me. I need to believe that; I have been fighting to believe this all year.
This blog is my "travel journal"-- a record of things I'm learning and experiencing. Hopefully it will be filled with huge epiphanies into the goodness and love of God. Maybe there will even be funny stories and exciting adventures. But ultimately I hope it proves to be the story of my relationship with my travel companion, because really, I want to get to know Him better than I've ever known Him before.
