Becoming a Texas Resident...

Seriously??... a sweet Carolina girl like myself..becoming a Texan? Can it be?!Yes.. I'm afraid so. At least through paperwork ( aka license and registration) Okay okay.. so the state really isn't that bad. If my family was here, I'm sure I wouldn't mind it quite so much but then again there nothing like the Carolinas! One good thing to being a registered driver in the state of Texas.. I now get an ILY ( I Love You) handshape/sign on my license plate! YIPPEE!!.. I remember wanting that before I ever came out here but I wasn't able to being a "first in flight" NC gal. One last thing to do.. Driver's License. How was I suppose to know they needed every stitch of information about me including my ss card ( not just the number) and my birth certificate! Geez.. why don't they just trust the NC drivers license! I mean it only has my face right there on it! Oh well.. gotta go back another day since time ran short. I'm now at work after midnight with an hour left to go. Tomorrow or rather "today" is Saturday and I'm off:). My off days are always my catch up days however meaning, "laundry day" or something else.. but at least I have time to do it and a great job to work at. My job is great ( most of the time). Occasionally I get rude customers or hard to deal with calls but that's just life. We all can't get what we want. Going back to the Texas residency thing.. maybe after I officially see my name on something that says Texas, maybe then I won't feel so "out of place" here and accept that I am in Texas in the here and now and that God is using me here whether I realize it or not. So many times I think ahead and at times worry myself to death over the future. If I don't learn how to stop worrying over the future now.. man I never will stop. There's always going to be something to worry over.

(Matthew 6:34).

As I live my life.. I am learning..

I've been searching for a place to call "home" for quite sometime, wondering if I'll ever feel at home and what home even is to me anymore now that I'm half way across the nation away from my family "home". Life has had it's ups and downs as most people's lives do however 2008 was definitely one of the toughest years for me. Leaving all of that to be short and sweet in order to rejoice in the new year of 2009, I find myself understanding more of the importance to count my blessings. I am a busy woman who honestly feels at times, if only I could make a little more, maybe then I could have more control over my circumstances and life but the truth is whatever I think about the most will hold me captive, good or bad. The more I look to what my needs are instead of so many times to others, not saying that I don't have selfish moments, I most definitely do, but all the while realizing I desperately need time to rest and grow in Him. So if I must be held in bondage or enslaved, I choose to be a slave of Christ. To count it all joy when hard times come as James says. I want to smile in the hardest times knowing my Father has the whole world in His hands and that my small feeble self is right where it needs to be, in His hands. I am starting to learn how to commit my life to the unknown knowing my Father knows best and He knows my steps. So many times I worry and stress over things like finances, relationships, inner peace and forgetting how He is so much bigger than anything I could ever face and how he loves me so much more than I could ever understand.

I am beginning to grow into womanhood I feel like. Going from the "I'm not a teenager anymore" , to "I'm not married, or dating" stage to now, I'm a daughter of the King and whatever His plans are for me are just fine, is where I'm beginning to plant myself. I tell my Dad what I would like in my ilfe but over and over again he shows me that my plan is just not good enough and I'm learning how to submit to that idea. Being a woman of the 21st Century and out on my own (aka independent), it's hard applying submission to anything in my life. Not too long ago I heard a person say taht if they are unable to submit to their father in Heaven, how can they submit to their husband? It gave me something to think about. My heavenly father is perfect and knows me better than I know myself. Yet I over and over put my God away thinking I know what's best for me when I'm only able to see the present. No part of the future, not even a second is in my hands,it's all in His.

My prayer is to have faith the size of a mustard seed so I can move mountains!(Matthew 17:20)