I didn’t think I’d cry in the driveway. But I did.
After logging more Texas highway miles than I care to count—definitely over a thousand—we finally rolled back into town. And the second we pulled in… I exhaled. That first glimpse of home? It just hit different.
Big shoutout to the real MVPs: the yard crew and house cleaners who kept our place from turning into a jungle-meets-science-project. To the dog sitters and fish feeders—y’all deserve a standing ovation. And to my husband, who did every bit of the driving? You’re a rockstar.
But the unsung hero of this entire trip? My windshield. For real. Thank you for bravely taking on the relentless army of Texas bugs (and who knows what else) at 89+ mph. Your service and sacrifice will not be forgotten.
This season we’re in? It’s what I’d call a full-blown situationship. One foot here, one foot there. In the middle of it all, we’re leaning hard on God.
Living in this space—this house I know like the back of my hand—brings a kind of stability both G and I deeply need. It’s familiar. It’s safe. But we’re not standing still. Change is charging at us, head-on. Buckle up.
And even with all that looming, I’m not just hopeful—I’m excited. Truly. I’m looking toward the future with wide eyes and a full heart. But I won’t pretend it’s all sunshine and clarity. I’m being stretched. Pulled outside my comfort zone. Pushed into places I haven’t had to go in a while. And yes, my anxiety has made a few surprise appearances along the way.
But I know this: God wants me whole. And I want that too.
I’ve done the work. I’ve fought the battles, wrestled the demons, and laid the past to rest more times than I can count. In many ways, I’ve grown into someone I never thought I could be—strong, healed, thriving.
And yet… I’m still carrying some broken pieces.
Abandonment leaves its mark. The sting still surfaces, still triggers me when I least expect it. That’s the mountain in front of me. But I know I’ll climb it. Slowly, maybe. But I will. One step, one prayer, one surrendered moment at a time.
As I walk this unfamiliar road, I know the challenges aren’t over. I’ll have to keep stretching, growing, and trusting—not just in myself, but in my faith. This season demands both.
It’s my commitment to let God guide me through this, just like He always has. And I believe—wholeheartedly—that He’s making something beautiful out of all of it.
There’s a fear I haven’t shared yet. One that still sits close to my chest. I’m not ready to write about it… not yet. But I will. And when I do, I know it’ll bring freedom. I can already feel the tension loosening, bit by bit.
Until then, I want to share this…
We’re living in a way I never imagined—calling two places home. One place I know inside and out, even though it’s starting to feel… unfamiliar. Like it’s being swallowed up—overcrowded, sold out, and somehow not quite mine anymore.
Still, this is the place where I’ve built my life. Where I have community. Where I feel known. It’ll always be part of me.
But we’re also planting roots out West. The mornings are cooler, the sun blazes through the day, and the desert evenings settle in with a breathtaking chill under painted skies. It’s raw and beautiful. And slowly, it’s becoming home too.
It’s going to take patience. Trust. Grace. A whole lot of work and a whole lot of prayer. But with God leading us, we can do this.
This “situationship” of change isn’t always easy—but it’s real, it’s raw, and it’s ours. Two places, one heart, and a whole lot of grace in between. We’re building something new, even as we hold space for what’s familiar. And through it all, I know God’s not just guiding the journey—He’s reshaping the meaning of home.
Sk-
If you’ve ever stood in the “in-between” and wondered if you could make it—this one’s for you. You’re not alone, and you’re not stuck.
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