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The one at St. George Island

A year ago today, I wrote this post. 

One year later, I could write a very similar post.

I went to the same beach. With the same feelings. With the same plan: sit and do nothing but listen to the waves.

Last year I packed a lunch, a towel, and my journal.

I did the same this time. I remember writing in my journal last year at the same beach. The journal entry was filled with much anticipation and excitement for the year to come. I was brand new to Florida, brand new to my job, and I was very excited/anxious about what would transpire over the next year.

As I journaled this time around, I felt the same anticipation. I'm keeping the same job, but come January, I could possibly be moving. I could possibly be in a new city. Once again, where I know no one.

Clearly, that's not a problem for me. I'd say this past year in Florida has been wildly successful. I've met tons of people, become involved in my church, and made some great friendships. Who knew moving to a city where you know ZERO people could be so much fun.

I might not currently know where I'll be living in January, but I'm grateful to be reminded that my God is big. And He's got it covered.




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