Unshakeable

Okay. So this is going to be incredibly informal. Just a warning.... Now where do I start... I haven't written in so long.

Let's start with... 4 and a half years ago- I moved 1800 miles, with my family, when I was 12. All the way from Canada we made the trek to Sparta Wisconsin because God called us down here. I was upset to be leaving, obviously. But I was little(er) and got over it quite quickly. I've always thought that I would always be here. Forever. I had big plans- graduate high school, go to college, be roomies with my best friend, and eventually get married. I was never going to leave. I have the greatest friends in my life, the best church ever, an amazing pastor and wonderful church family that I love,oh so much. Why would I want to leave?

I don't. When my parents told me that we were moving back, I wasn't sad, I wasn't scared for the future, I was downright angry. I hated the idea. I hated (for lack of a better word- although I didn't hate them) my parents for even having such a (what seemed to me) such a God-forsaken-plan. Why would they do this to me? I didn't understand. 

But now I do. I can't say I understand all of it. I don't. But I understand that my parents are spirit filled, God-fearing people. They would never, ever, take me, and my brothers into a battle that they don't know for sure we will win. And I know that God wouldn't take us into the desert without planning on supplying us with water. He isn't going to let his children, that are so ready, and obedient to do his word, run dry.

I also know that in Jeremiah 29:11, the verse I base this entire blog on, says that God has plans for me, he knows those plans, and they ARE good plans. I do have a hopeful future. I also know that in Joshua 1:9, which is the verse that me and best friend chose as our verse, it says "Strength! Courage! Don't be timid. Don't get discouraged. God; YOUR God, is with you every step you take". God IS with me. And he WILL be with me- even in Canada. ;) 

I'm going to have a good life, whether its here, in Canada, or in some other big named, unpronounceable country that's so small no one knows that it exists.

I'm not saying I won't, or don't, have my moments, I do, and will probably continue to for awhile, break down and cry, just because it still hurts to be leaving in 7 weeks. But when I do fall, I will always get back up, because I have a God who is willing, and able to come to my rescue, if I only ask for help.