Grateful...

It's hard when you're getting ready to leave a place that you've vested a lot of your time in. It's hard to think about saying goodbye to the good friends you've made. Finding your way in a new city is always a challenge (though it's one that we always look upon as an adventure!).

Things are beginning to wind down here in Oz for us. Recently, I've discovered who really cares....and I'm ever so grateful for those people who are a big part of my life. I've come to realize that the military isn't my family here, my church is, and always was the biggest part of who I am, no matter where I go. I've firmly believed that God has placed me where He needs me to be...where He wants me to be...where I will grow most in Him...where He will challenge me to move beyond the comfort of my own skin.

Today, I had a steering meeting for MOPS. I've always enjoyed MOPS, and it seemed a natural choice for me to take the Creative Activities position when it opened up. And I've been blessed so much in my short time on steering. We have a monthly steering meeting, so I didn't think much of it. As usual, I forgot to get a bite to eat (though I'd had every intention; I even had a bowl and spoon out for cereal!). But it was a good thing I didn't eat...because the wonderful ladies of my steering team had a little "celebration" for me. Two ladies made my favorite foods; Sherry made apple bread (I HAVE to get that recipe, it's SO good) and Jill made amazing pumpkin spice muffins. There were gifts...wonderful gifts that will remain a part of my life for a long time...but the best part was the kind words these godly women had for me. There is nothing greater than to know that you are cared for by people you have worked with and have given your time.

And in the end, that is ALL that matters. What will I leave behind here? A part of my heart for all these wonderful people who matter DEEPLY to me.