Wednesday, September 25, 2013

Nightly Ramble

I'm not feeling too creative tonight, but write I must.  I couldn't find a prompt that caught my attention so I figured I would ramble for a bit.  I am amazed at God's hand over my life as I look back on the last 9 years.  I left a small town in West Virginia and landed in New York.  I still remember coming out of the bus station and being surrounded by these giant buildings and hundreds of people bustling on the streets.  Bright signs flashing pictures on the buildings.  Vendors on every corner, paintings, purses, jewelry, food. MMMM the smell of the pretzels and hotdogs wafting in the air as I walked by.  A crowded subway with all sorts of people.  White, black, olive, brown... eyes in every shade, blue green, brown... languages I never even knew existed.  New York City was a world within a world all on it's on.  I recall the train ride out of the city.  Two small suitcases and a dream.

A couple of years later and a marriage in despair I find myself on a plane flying through the air.  I land in Florida with two suitcases, although nicer than the ones before, and several boxes. I go from an apartment with mold on the ceilings to a townhouse with more luxuries than I could have imagined... a pool, hot tub, dishwasher, ice-maker, washer, and dryer.  What?!  It was a completely new way of life for me.  I saw my office of two grow into 5.  Our warehouse went from daily Fed Ex drive-bys to a trailer packed full and picked up nightly.  Things in the corporate world began to shift and we moved on up into a beautiful office, but without a warehouse.  I'm not the cut throat type and I tend to be way too nice, so I find myself outgrowing things here.

Just when I think I can't make it another day, the door to Louisiana opens wide.  Here I go again, only with more than two suitcases and not at all alone. I am excited to see what God has in store for me and this leg of my journey.  I've come a long way and still have a long way to go!

~ Chelle
   9/25/13

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