I remember my 25th birthday like it was yesterday. I was living in El Paso, TX with my granddad and studying to get my MBA. My parents sent roses to the teaching assistant’s office, and I was grateful. (Who isn’t grateful to get roses at work?!)
But I also think I had a case of birthday blues.
It felt like I was behind.
Because I had this grand plan: I was going to meet my husband at 24, get married at 26, and have a kid at 28. The thing is, none of that had happened.
A Pity Party
And I threw myself quite the pity party in honor of my birthday.
But it wasn’t just the lack of a relationship that I was sad about, it seriously felt like NOTHING was going my way. The past few years had been filled with disappointment :
- My career was non-existent.
- I’d witnessed two of my cousins go through terrible divorces.
- And I could not shake the feeling that I was being left behind in life.
Not to mention, that I had been swindled out of $8,000 dollars and was trying to navigate the legal system. Twenty-five was supposed to be a milestone! A time to celebrate all that I’d accomplished, but I couldn’t see that I had anything to celebrate.
Not My Will, But Yours
On top of that, the move to El Paso was against my will. Everything that I knew and loved was in Nashville.
But late in 2005, I felt the voice of God. And I could not shake the feeling that He wanted me to move. Every time, I got the feeling…I started crying. After months of fighting it, I sat down to talk with my parents and they agreed that it was probably the right thing to do.
So, I sold my town home. Packed my furniture into my parents attic, and loaded everything I could into my little Camry. My dad helped me make the twenty-four hour drive, and I must’ve cried halfway there.
Seven months later, I celebrated my 25th birthday.
The Launching Pad
Looking back ten years, I have a bit more perspective. And I can see that the move in January of 2006 set the stage for a lot of other things. But what if I decided that I didn’t want to move?
- I wouldn’t have met Morris
- I wouldn’t have interviewed for a job in D.C. in New Mexico (that’s another long story)
- I wouldn’t have gotten the chance to intern at the Smithsonian
- Maybe I wouldn’t have gotten the chance to move to D.C.
- Maybe I wouldn’t have met all of you that I consider my dearest friends
- And maybe I wouldn’t even be writing.
Staring Down 35th Birthday
I’ll be 35 in August of this year.
Looking back over the past ten years, I am nothing short of amazed at what God has done…the people He’s placed in my life, the doors that He’s opened, and the path that He is laying out before me.
Our Time Line v. His
But nothing happened according to my time line.
At 25, I was nowhere near where I thought I should be. But I was exactly where God wanted me to be…in the middle of the desert.
Sister, it doesn’t matter whether we are 25, 35, 45, or 55…as long as we are where God says we’re supposed to be. We are right on time.
Does God Want You to Move in 2016?
So as we celebrate the beginning of 2016, I want to encourage to seek God on moves/decisions He wants you to make THIS year.
The Israelites had to move out of Egypt to get to the Promised Land. And it may not be a physical move that the Lord has laid on your heart, but a move for something new He wants to do in your life.
Be strong and courageous. Move.
Nothing else matters, if we are not in the center of His will.
Question: What hard moves/decisions have you made that led to an awesome outcome MANY years later?
Looking forward to all that God is going to do this year! Love, Simone