Possible Move

I have been struggling with the possibility of moving to another place. I am not saying that I will be moving to another location, at least not yet. At this point, I have to wait for another year or so, perhaps another eighteen months.

The idea of leaving the place where I have been living for almost nine years scares me. Newfoundland is the longest place I have been living in without moving. So, if or when I'll have to move it would be a difficult experience. I will have to leave behind many people and many places. any of those people became dear to my heart.
Moving to a new place means starting over new people, new job, new location, new home and new lifestyle. In my case, I will have to find a new church. I will have to make new friends. Every time when you move to a new place, there is always a risk and uncertainty. I am not sure if or when I am moving.
I moved a lot. One of my first memories was connected to moving. I remember boxes, suitcases, piles of things, and I was hiding behind a box.  I thought it was fun, but my parents didn't like it. I was both excited and sad about the moving.  On the one hand, I will see a new locality, meet new people. On the other hand, I will have to leave any favorite places and  old friends behind. I a getting t the point where I would love to settle down: start a family. Leaving your family at the age of 17 makes you grow up faster. In many cases, I enjoy the company of people in their 30s and early forties.
The other thing, I love the ocean. Living near the Atlantic Ocean has been amazing: so much beautiful scenery. I tink that part of my heart will always belong to the ocean.    There is something about looking at the waves and realizing the power of a nature knowing that the waves can sweep you off at any moment. It reminds me how powerful God is and how powerless we are.  Last year I was on a boat. It was part of the assignment. The waves were rocking the boat. I was out on the deck. Others were inside. I was looking at the waves and my heart was at peace. It looked as if the boat will capsize, but it didn't bother me at all.
You know I was praying and rejoicing. I told myself that this is my home. I want to live here for the rest of my life.
Well, merely a year later I am torn. I know that if I move, it would be far from the ocean and sea. I have hard tie understanding those who live far away from a large body of water.

Why do you want to leave?

People ask me that when they hear my story. In the past two months, something happened. I am not going to go into the details. Something happened that changed my mind: not just one thing, but several. All things seem to point out towards one direction.  

After praying and fasting, I decided to wait for another year. If I am leaving, this will not be the case for the next year or maybe year and a half. At this point, the move is not a certain. All that I can tell you now: it will be another Canadian province, the new location will be fairly close to US/Canada border. I have some ideas where I might be going. There are many things that need to fall in place. I don't know where I will be living a year from now or 18 months later.  

At this point, I wish that I knew my future. I don't. Where my life is going, no idea. 

All that is left to do is to trust God.

"Trust the Lord with all of your heart and lean not on your own understanding" Proverbs 3:5 

   

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