We are officially three days into July, and if I’m being completely honest, my summer break has taken a turn I never saw coming.
When June ended, I had this beautiful, romanticized picture in my mind of what July would look like. I was craving a slow, simplistic rhythm. I wanted lazy mornings, quiet afternoons with my scripture tote, and weeks of predictable, steady rest. But sometimes, a season doesn’t enter your life like a gentle breeze. Sometimes, it feels more like a hurricane.
Suddenly, my family and I are standing on the edge of a massive, whirlwind transition. In the span of just a few days, our horizon has completely shifted. My mind has felt a bit like chaos, and if I’m being entirely vulnerable, I’m navigating a heavy mix of excitement, nerves, and a tiny bit of fear.
Transitions are beautiful, but they are also tender. It is hard to hold the anticipation of a bright new door opening while simultaneously holding the weight of leaving a comfortable, deeply loved space behind.
In the quiet moments of the last forty-eight hours, when the overwhelm has threatened to take over, I have found myself returning to the story of Abram in Genesis. God gave him a stark, life-altering command: “Go from your country, your people and your father’s household to the land I will show you.”
He wasn’t given a map. He wasn't given a detailed, five-year plan or a preview of what the new destination would look like. God just said go. And Abram went.
That is the kind of fierce, obedient faith I am praying for in the upcoming weeks.
I want to obey without a fight. I want to step into the unknown without a single doubt in my mind, knowing that the exact same God who has covered our family in this home is already standing in the future, waiting for us in the next chapter. He is already there. He is already preparing the way.
Doing scary things is terrifying, but history proves that when we follow His whisper, it is always well worth it in the end.
Tomorrow, we are stepping away from the checklists and the mental chaos to celebrate the 4th of July with our family. We are going to eat good food, watch the kids play, and just soak in the comfort of normal, joyful traditions. I am claiming tomorrow as a sacred pause. After that? Who knows what the weeks will entail. But I know Who holds the calendar.
Wherever this Friday finds you, whether you are in a slow, peaceful valley or being catapulted into something scary and new like me, I hope you can take a deep breath and remember that you don't have to have it all figured out today. We only have to take the very next step.
Happy 4th of July weekend, Reader! If I am a little MIA around the blog over the next few weeks, just know I haven't forgotten you! I'm just in the midst of making the most of every single moment before the next chapter for my family begins.
