So today marks six months since I moved into Northside Village.
To where?!
Well…..
Back in October of 2010 I was part of a core group that God led to plant a small church in the heart of Northside Village. At that time I was still living with my parents in Pasadena, which is about 25 minutes away. For the following three years I made the drive three or four days out of the week for church, discipleship, and just to spend time with my church family. At the time I was working full time and putting myself through college so I wasn’t really interested in moving across town. I didn’t mind the drive, I never even thought about it really.
In July of 2013 my heart changed. I started having this desire to not only be in the community half of the week, but actually reside there. I soon found out that the assistant director of the mission center we hold church at was feeling the same way. She had been living in Tomball but worked in the community for the past three years. The Lord had been placing the same longings and desires in both of our hearts. We got together and prayed. We searched for houses and prayed. We would get excited about one and pray. Then get let down after it not falling through and….. yes, pray some more. It was a bitter sweet waiting period for me because though I would get frustrated, the Lord was teaching me to trust and truly wait on Him…….. and pray.
In late October we came across a house for rent. Small, tiny would better describe it, two story corner house. After contacting the landlord through the realtor and checking out the inside, we were sold! I remember the day we got the keys Daphne and I walking up the stairs and laying on the bare floor of what is now my bedroom. Laughing in relief (for me also a bit of nervousness) we starred at the ceiling and praised Jesus for our new little home.
I was determined to start a blog that day to write about everything that the Lord would take me through and teach me. Truth be told, life happened and probably everything I said I would do came to a dead halt. God always has a way of showing me that His plans most definitely have seniority in my life. In the short six months I've been living here He has taught me more lessons about my heart, my values, my walk, and my relationship with Him than I could write a book about. A really thick book. From drinking coffee with my church family for home group on Wednesday nights to having a packed living room on Thursdays with the most wonderful group of teenagers I have ever met in my life. I've learned to cry hard in the midst of knowing Jesus is with me. I've learned that I am stubborn and selfish, but I've learned to be comforted in knowing Christ is with me. I've learned my roommate gives the best advice when she doesn't even know it. I've also learned she and I are the exact same person (more on that in a future post!) ;) I've learned that I appreciate my parents more when I'm further from them. I've learned that my heart is not always the purest, but that God's grace is definitely enough.
I've learned that this place isn't only a house, it's a blessing.
It's not much, but it's ours.
It's home.
