I find it hard to believe a year has passed since moving back to Florida. Sometimes I think my life is playing tricks on me. I'll wake up and be living in another state tomorrow.
We left in a hurry, choosing with as much care as time allowed the items that would see us through in our new home. Snow waved goodbye to us and the sweet sunshine of Florida greeted us once again.
Getting used to a new area is never a treat. New doctors, new churches, new stores. I've been given a lot of free time to reflect on our past years. Time to accept the changes and time to be thankful for them as well.
I've come to realize that God places us where he wants us. We can fight it or we can go with it. For now, Bonita is my home. Next week? I really don't know. But today I'm here. For whatever reason, I'm here and I need to remain open and willing.
It's not the place I figured I would be when I walked into a new decade. I turn 60 this week. My definition of 60 looked a lot different than my reality 60. Sure I wanted less wrinkles (don't we all?) but I also envisioned a stable home with my grand-kids nearby.
God had other plans.
So I'm hanging out here in SW Florida until we get the word to move again. I'm sure it's coming. I don't know when or where but like earth, this place is not my permanent home.
Are you open to change? If you had to pick up and move tomorrow, would you go willingly or kicking and screaming?