As my husband and I prepared for the next chapter in our short story of a marriage, we were welcomed by several emotions. While we were excited and eager to start our more "grown-up" lives in a bigger city, close the door to the chicken coop (literally), and inundate ourselves with traffic, noise, and convenience, anxiety and worry crept their way in, leaving us bewildered at the weird, unsettled commotion going on in our heads. We were moving away from the comfort of quiet, mountain living, and thrusting ourselves wholeheartedly into a world that was unsafe and foreign, while simply hoping the airbags were there if things got tough.
It may seem a little strange to have so much anxiety over moving to another town within 30 miles of our last, but you have to understand that, while being exposed to Denver on the weekends and an occasional "school night" outing down the hill, our lives were completely different up in the woods. Life was slower, simpler. It took effort to hop in the car and drive to the nearest grocery store! It was comfortable. We had found joy in the quiet, the solitude.
Although we loved what we had been so blessed to experience in Evergreen, we knew that our needs were changing, and our scenery would have to follow suit. So, we packed up the chickens and s...
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...may seem important. They may even serve to tell my story in a way that seems unfair and uncalled for. But, these things are so meaningless in comparison to what Jesus has done for me. The reality is, these events seem big in comparison to anything that has happened to me previously, but are so tiny compared to the overwhelming burden Jesus bore, just so that I can be called his co-heir.
I am so incredibly thankful that I can still wake up in the morning and tell this story. I am so thankful to have walked away from what could have been much worse. I am so thankful that the Lord 's hand was protecting me that day. But, the real prize? The real gratitude lies in knowing that no matter what is ahead, whatever this life throws at me, I can rest in the truth that the battle is won. Jesus has overcome this world, every broken piece of it. And, for this, I am most thankful.
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