I have been wanting to share this post with you for a couple months. Finally I have a few moments to do so. We are moving. This isn’t really anything new for our family. In the first year of marriage, Josh and I moved 5 times. When we moved to Michigan and had been here for over 8 months, it was so weird. Now we have been here for over 3.5 years, and my perspective has finally changed. Up until this last year, I never allowed myself to settle. I didn’t put down my roots. Why go through all the work of making friends if I’m just going to move again? But I also wondered why no one seemed to want to reach out to me. Perhaps because I came across as distant. Perhaps because I had a hard time opening up to show my real personality. In this last year, I realized how much I truly NEEDED close friends. I needed someone to talk to on the hard days, the dark days. So I finally invited someone over for lunch (telling myself the entire time that she was going to make up an excuse not to come). She came. She thanked me for inviting her. She was so glad we got together and wanted to have lunch more often – weekly! I began sharing my feelings, my struggles, the good times and the ugly. She listened and shared. We committed to help keep each other accountable to our time with God and prayed for each other. Then I made another friend. And another. We all took our children to the park together. We had lunch together. We planned ladies nights and a trip to Traverse City. I belonged. But now we are moving. Moving to another state. Since having our babies, I’ve longed to be closer to family. That is finally happening, but I’m so sad. So I planted a garden. Justin “helped” his mama plant tomatoes, cucumbers, pumpkins, green beans, peas, zucchini, and squash. This entire time I have known I won’t ever see a single tomato. The boys and I won’t be carving those pumpkins this fall. I probably won’t know if the lone green bean plant will end up surviving. That doesn’t matter. I’ve realized the God doesn’t want me living my life just waiting for the next move. I need to plant some roots. I need to make some friends. I need to leave an impact (hopefully positive 🙂 ). I need to invest in the lives around me. I’m going to miss this house, my garden, my flowers. I’m definitely going to miss my dear friends. But God is good. That doesn’t change. I’m thankful He allowed me to grow here.