I never thought I would leave California. Southern California, to be exact. Where most of my extended family is.
My mother has 7 siblings, and most live there. Every few weeks, we have clan meals. Family pow wows. Tribal gatherings!
I thought I could never leave them. I thought that there was where I always belonged.
Yet here I am! In Texas.
And I ask myself: SOOO, I can belong somewhere else?!
Yes, I can belong somewhere else. And it’s not that I don’t belong there anymore. But I also belong here.
Houston… oh, Houston. Charming. Urban, cultured, friendly. A land of opportunity.
Houston, you broke all of the stereotyoes that I thought were true about Texas.
And my world is now so much less… myopic.
Moreover, I’ve realized, from moving here, just how much of an ADVENTURE life is when you follow the Gospel fearlessly. For my moving here was all part of my “yes” to God in fulfilling what I perceived and believed his vocational call for me.
God is transforming me into more and more of a woman here. He’s helping me to grow into my vocation of married and family life. Here, I have grown into wife, into mother: Two parts of my identity that are now so “core,” in a visceral way, to my very being!
It’s happening. Day by day. Moment by moment.
God is forming me here as His disciple. And I’ve never felt more fully alive.
I pray that I have the strength to keep on. May the LORD ever be my guide, my North Star, my one true home amidst all the others.