You’ll never get to love the life you lead if your compass needs calibration.

Moving to Michigan in April of 2015 came with it’s challenges and overwhelming weariness.  By the first year’s end I became inure to a slower pace life. It wasn’t until June of 2016 during a Sunday service that things changed. “Things changed” isn’t the appropriate statement, I ‘chose change’ by way of surrender. At service we were told to get uncomfortable and meet someone new, to discuss the sermons topic with them, in efforts to grow the ties within our congregation. My heart couldn’t do it, I was in a labyrinthine of darkness. I sat firmly in my chair isolated as I alway do. Hiding behind my praying hands and long locks, I wept. After service I walked into the prayer room truly woebegone. I can’t say how I got there except that my feet were carried by the Holy Spirit. We prayed and I cried in abeyant surrender. Walking out I scooped up the boys from children’s ministry and coasted home. Home is where ill feelings resided. I’d made home our prison through negative thoughts and ingratitude, so instead we turned off at the tourists park in our small town. It was at this time that I opened my perspective to view my surrounding in a new light. I saw Michigan for the beauty it is instead of comparing it to what I’m familiar with. Our hike was a lilting tune of lush forest, babbling brook and a leisurely picnic. We found our peace and joy in this lagniappe of the Upper Peninsula. It’s not the wine country of Northern California, or the bustling streets of Manhattan. There aren’t sandy surf pier’s like Southern California nor does it offer any similarity of shopping as Chicago’s Michigan Avenue, but it is a special kind of serendipitously serene and because of that it is carved into our hearts as our bucolic home. Choosing to view each place in velvet state and separate space allows for possibilities of infinite happiness abound. A travelers heart is what I have, for that I boldly place the blame on the Lord. His creation is truly majestic and I have a thirst to see it for all as long as he has the will to open my heart and mind mercifully.

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  1. “Vital lives are about action. You can't feel warmth unless you create it, can't feel delight until you play, can't know serendipity unless you risk.” ― Joan Erickson

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