TODAY is moving day!

The day I took this picture, I was soooooooo confused. I was housesitting in Huntington Beach for my friend. I hadn't even gotten to her place yet, because I went to walk around downtown and walk around the pier. I sat here on the pier to watch the sun slowly set. And I remember feeling more than just confused. I didn't know what I was supposed to do. Move? Stay in Brea? I didn't want to stay in Brea, and yet I was afraid to move out of Brea. I snapped this picture because I wanted to remember the exact moment I said: "Ok God. Whatever you want. Whatever you want, I will do. Just put it in front of me. I'll do it. Cuz I can't figure this out on my own." After I watched the sun set, I walked around a little more. Grabbed something to eat. And I sat in my car to eat my sandwich before I drove over to my friend's house to house-sit. Marianne Williamson was on the radio. And she was talking about letting old things go so that new things can come into play. And she talked about cutting the cord to what ties us. As I listened to that, I had no idea what was to come for me.

I went to house-sit. Saw a condo for rent. Made a call. Made an appointment to fill out an application. Met with the landlord. Went a week without hearing anything. And when I decided that it must not have been meant to be...the landlord called. And my life took a turn. I gave a 30-day notice at my apartments. I started looking for boxes. I started to pack. I started to lose some sleep. I started to take a leap of faith. I started to get excited. When I gave my 30 day notice...that was the cord that Marianne Williamson was talking about. That was the beginning for me, to cut the cord of all the things that tie me to Brea. And it was just one thing, really...that tied me here.

Fast-forward 30 days. Today is moving day. I'm excited. I'm happy. I'm grateful. And yeah, I'm stressed. I took the day off today...to be ready by moving time. And here I sit, blogging. (Thanks Lorella...)

My life is so good. It's not where I ever expected it to be. But it's good. The day I handed my heart over to God was the best thing I could have ever done. I had to let go in order for Him to heal me. I held on for so long. And for what? For pain. Letting go was so scary, but so right for me to do. And I didn't know that at the time. Today I know.

YES...

LIFE IS GOOD.