Since I announced over the weekend (Monday on the bloggity blog) that I'm moving back to Charlotte in a few weeks, I've received quite a few questions as to why I'm moving.
Frankly, I was surprised at how many people wondered if something had "happened" or that there was a "story" behind my move. There is no story. Well, other than the fact that God's timing is absolutely perfect.
The "Story" Before the "Story"
Many of you know why I moved to Wilmington, but many of you don't. I wanted a change. I followed my (then) boyfriend out to Wilmington for a change of pace, friends, job, etc. I just wanted to see what it was like to live somewhere OTHER than where I'd pretty much grown up.
Shortly after I moved, things with the boyfriend went downhill and ended. So, there I was in a city all by myself. But, I survived. (cue Gloria Gaynor song) Some might even venture to say that I thrived. I made friends, I started attending a church and got involved with their music program. I even worked as an interim worship pastor for my church when their worship pastor resigned.
Things were going well.
The "Story"
If the truth were told I missed my family and my friends...a LOT. I missed the town I pretty much grew up in. It sounds dumb to say, but I missed little eateries and shopping places that aren't in Wilmington.
However, with all of that, I wasn't really looking to move back immediately. Sure, it was on my radar, but I'd just joined a church and settled into my job at the Aquarium, so I wasn't thinking things would happen so quickly.
The Spark
Remember those old song lyrics, "it only takes a spark, to get a fire going"?
I got a call from a company that I'd applied for a LONG time ago in Charlotte. They had a position that they thought I'd be a good fit for.
Turns out, I knew 3 people who worked with this company AND they all recommended me for the job. I did the whole interview thing and figured, what the heck, it's kind of a long shot anyway.
Then I got an offer.
The Decision
Wilmington, though a great city, never truly felt like home, but more like a temporary residence. I had nothing (permanent) holding me in Wilmington because I was working two part-time jobs, renting and not dating anyone seriously.
So, when I got the offer, I accepted it.
Providence & Lessons
I realize that none of this happened because of anything I did or could do. It was all part of God's timing. How do I know this?
The new job is a perfect mix of BOTH of my part-time jobs in Wilmington. I wouldn't have been offered the position had I not worked BOTH of those jobs.
Moving to Wilmington allowed me to experience a TREMENDOUS season of spiritual growth and understanding. I am not the same person I was when I left.
With that, I know that I cannot go back to being the same person I was when I left. I know more about myself and my abilities than I ever did before. I consider this a move FORWARD and not a move back. (even though, technically, I am moving back to the city I came from...but you know what I mean)
I don't regret moving to Wilmington, nor do I regret anything that happened here. I know that all of it (being broke, getting dumped, being lonely, finding my church, meeting new friends, gaining new skills) happened for very specific reasons and were orchestrated by a very precise God.
Being single rekindled my first true love relationship...Jesus.
Being broke showed me how much I was spending on frivolous things before.
Being broke taught me the importance of tithing.
Being separated from friends and family allowed me to go through what I think was a time of sanctification.
Being on my own made me realize just how strong I really am.
Being apart from friends made me re-evaluate relationships.
I intend to take these lessons with me as I make the transition to Charlotte.
I'll close this lengthy and personal post with the lyrics to a part of a song we sang in church on Sunday...just hours after making the decision to move.
It's a new season, it's a new day.
A fresh anointing is flowing my way.
It's a season of power and prosperity.
It's a new season coming to me.