June 30, 2014: I move from Atlanta to Nashville, TN. With very little money, no permanent address, and a whole lot of faith.
July 1st.
A new chapter. A new season.
18 months exactly to the day when I first believe this dream was birthed in my heart.
You know how when you wait for something for so long, you get so used to the waiting part that when it's actually starting to unfold you freak out about 'not ready' you are? That's what this journey feels like. I keep telling God, "but I can't do this, I'm not ready, it happened to fast, there's so much I need, I want to go home where it's easier, this is the craziest thing in the world", etc.
The honest truth is that without divine intervention this will be a complete fail. But the awesome part? I've already seen so much divine intervention. Before I even arrived in Nashville, everything I needed on my trip was paid for. I saw the most amazing rainbow after driving through one of the worst storms I've ever seen. A lady in New Hope, TN paid for my cream soda. That didn't have to happen. But Jesus let these things happen to remind me that I was walking in obedience. That my choice to say "yes", despite how ridiculous it seems, was the right thing for my life.
The honest truth is that without divine intervention this will be a complete fail. But the awesome part? I've already seen so much divine intervention. Before I even arrived in Nashville, everything I needed on my trip was paid for. I saw the most amazing rainbow after driving through one of the worst storms I've ever seen. A lady in New Hope, TN paid for my cream soda. That didn't have to happen. But Jesus let these things happen to remind me that I was walking in obedience. That my choice to say "yes", despite how ridiculous it seems, was the right thing for my life.
This is a transition. People keep telling me I am brave, that they are inspired by me. I do not feel brave. I do not feel courageous. I do not feel strong. The truth is that this is not the most pleasant thing in the world. It's somewhat lonely, somewhat terrifying, somewhat confusing, somewhat overwhelming, somewhat exciting, and somewhat nerve racking. It's character building and faith testing. It's a sacrifice of sorts. It requires more prayer than anything I've ever done.
There are things I want to happen for me in Nashville. There are people I pray to meet. There are communities that I ache to be a part of. There are people here who need love, who need kindness, who need to know they matter. There are places in this city that need light + love. There is hope in my heart for what's coming. There are dreams I have for doing hair in this creative city, for excelling at my crafts, and for getting plugged in serving this community. There are organizations I want to invest in here.
I am looking forward to documenting the journey, to allowing my story to be written, to watching the faithfulness of God unfold as I wait with hope in what He's doing. I absolutely would have never done any of this without the support and love of so many people, so thank you. Thank you for writing me checks and cards and blowing up my phone with "Happy Moving Day!" messages and for believing with me and for me and on my behalf when I cannot. Thank you for celebrating, supporting, wishing, and wanting good things for me. Thank you. I am so much of who I am because of who I know.
Alright, sweet home Tennessee, let's get to making memories.
I am looking forward to documenting the journey, to allowing my story to be written, to watching the faithfulness of God unfold as I wait with hope in what He's doing. I absolutely would have never done any of this without the support and love of so many people, so thank you. Thank you for writing me checks and cards and blowing up my phone with "Happy Moving Day!" messages and for believing with me and for me and on my behalf when I cannot. Thank you for celebrating, supporting, wishing, and wanting good things for me. Thank you. I am so much of who I am because of who I know.
Alright, sweet home Tennessee, let's get to making memories.
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