My Last Night

So, I am sitting here in the apartment thinking, "Wow, this is my last evening in this apartment. Where did June go?"

Almost four months ago I moved in here, and was in a different place emotionally and spiritually than I am today. I remember my first night here, just sitting here thinking, "This is going to be REALLY hard." And honestly I was wrong. While living alone does have some real challenges, I am a healthier person today than I was when I first moved in here. A close friend of mine made a deep observation that I've clung to. I had commented that I felt like I was returning to the "old" Shortone. And she pointed out that all the stuff I walked through the past 5 years has pushed me closer to the Lord than I was before the experience. I'm moving into a "new" Shortone, with a depth in the Lord that has gained some wisdom along the way. And while I am finding joy, love, and peace on levels you will never understand (and I don't want you to, honestly), she is right. I learned things that I never would have learned any other way. And with each day, there is another step to healing. I like that.

So after school we're meeting and going to the storage unit to load up my stuff, then coming here to load up the rest of the stuff. Then Saturday we're headed North to unload it all. One week from tonight I am up North...wow...

Life.
Is.
Good.