If truth be told, I’ve been having a slight identity crisis since moving to Melbourne. In Brisvegas, I had my “place” if you will. I was a friend, a sister, a daughter, a daughter-in-law 🙂 etc etc. When we moved in to college here, I became Hubs’ Wifey. Now don’t get me wrong. That is a truly beautiful and sacred thing to be, but let’s face it: there’s more lay-yers to me! So the last few weeks I’ve been on a bit of a journey of self-discovery and have discovered some very interesting and terrifying things about myself that I didn’t even know were there.
This is a pretty scary thing to happen to a seemingly self-assured woman in her mid… ahem… late 20s. So what did I do? I gotta say I turned to God. The great thing about living in a religious community (not a cult!!!) is the amazing support around you, even if you don’t ask for it, and even if it’s not directly given to you. Let me explain myself a little better.
I don’t know how many of you out there in blogging-world have had someone pray for you but I’m sure there are a few of you. I also know there are a huge number of people out there who have been prayed for without even knowing it! (I know this because if I know you personally, I’ve prayed for you at one time or another!) I also know that we have been prayed for here and God has answered prayer after prayer. Being here in this place has made this transition so much easier and I feel like I’m part of a family down here.
I’m also getting to know myself better and better. And I’m not so bad after all! 🙂
Just some thoughts I thought I’d share…