I am sitting in an apartment full of boxes. I am tired. Part of me is excited to load up, and drive away to new places, new spaces, new faces. The other part of me is in denial that this is even happening. I have lived here 6 years. I have birthed 3 babies here. I have been served by SO MANY wonderful people. I have mastered the roads, stores, playgrounds, and surroundings. I am comfortable. I am content. I have grown. My family has grown. A piece of me is sad. Not wanting to leave the playground bench for an unfamiliar one. Not wanting to leave the community that my children feel free to run and explore and I feel comfortable letting them do so.
Even though each of these feelings are different, there is one feeling that spans throughout - comfort. I know that God is leading us. I know he has led us. Our time in Minnesota has been blessed with comfort from on High. Knowing that He is with us. He is mindful. He is kind.
I am comforted that I will love the next journey. I am comforted knowing that I will forever be a better person because of the 6 years spent here. I am comforted that friendship can remain. My soul truly has found "comfort in Christ" (Alma 31:31)
