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A few days before my 27th birthday I chose to take a leap of faith and move away from my family. I moved from Illinois to Arizona with no car, just two suitcases, and no friends or family. I was so scared, but at the same time finally felt like it was time. I had moved a few times before but always came back. I have been guilty many times of avoiding or backtracking when anything was out of my comfort zone. Moving away from my family was definitely out of my comfort zone.
One of the areas I struggled in after becoming a believer during my mid-twenties was in understanding what my spiritual gifts were. I had married a worship pastor at our local church, and it seemed so evident what his gifts were, which was simultaneously wonderful but also depressing as it made me feel even more inadequate. I loved Jesus and desperately wanted to serve Him, but for a long time, I just wasn’t sure how to go about it.
Sitting on the floor of my bedroom, I eagerly awaited the first glimmer of daylight. As the sun crept through the crack of my blue and white curtains, anticipation began to bubble over. We were going to the beach! My family didn’t visit the Gulf Coast often so it was an extremely special opportunity to swim, find shells and jump in the waves.
We stormed out of the library “together.” Yet we were anything but united. What was supposed to have been a fun, enriching visit to the local library — a summertime rite of passage for my kids who both love reading — turned into a brewing cauldron of emotions.