Transitioning into a new space and culture is always a little tricky.

But you wouldn’t think it would be like that way after traveling around the world. You would think that after a year of constant transition, I would be used to this by now.

I mean, living in Gainesville, GA, should be a piece of cake.

Right?

This transition isn’t as hard as some have been over the past year of my life.

But it’s still hard.

Being around so many new people all the time is hard.

I miss familiarity.  

I tend to be so hard on myself.

I sometimes forget about the core of who I am.

How I love deep friendships, but that it takes me a while to get to those.

How it takes me a few weeks to see how the Lord wants to use me.

And that’s where I’m finding myself right now.

Transitioning to a new place, a new environment.

I’m finding the Lord--seeing Him moving and working all around me.

I’m seeing how He’s loving me--chasing me down and speaking sweet truth to me.

And I’m trying to calm down.

I’m remembering that my transition can go at my pace.

The Lord is reminding me that He’s building things up for me.

He’s brought people into my life.

I just need to keep seizing the opportunities that He gives me to get to know people.

It’s hard.

But I’m slowing finding my groove.

I’m finding the place and space the Lord wants me to occupy while I’m here.

I need to keep walking in confidence--believing the truths of my identity and living into them.