Maybe I have the heart of a nomad.
I moved 13 times that I can remember--before I was 23 years old. Maybe I am just not afraid to move.
Maybe I know that this world is temporary and so it's hard to feel at home anywhere.
Less than a month ago, my husband and I moved our family 1,280 miles to be near my family. That wonderful man changed jobs, gave up some retirement, and spent quite a bit of money to bring me back home.
I lived in North Carolina for almost 13 years and now I'm back home in Oklahoma.
I wasted alot of time in North Carolina hoping for a possibility and wasting some of that present.
God forgive me.
Forgive me for squandering a million little gifts. Beautiful days at the beach or in the cool of the mountains, mild winters and wisteria vines that covered acres of trees like a big, purple net. Pine trees everywhere and tangy barbecue sauce that soaked into pulled pork leaving only red pepper and a tangy bite that goes perfectly with cole slaw. Kudzu. People, this Oklahoma girl had never seen anything like that before, vines like great, green ghosts covering entire miles.
Forgive me, too, for complaining when I finally got what I wanted. Complaint is a dangerous thing.
Though I have been transplanted and though we are still in the throes of adaptation, I am making a choice.
I will bloom where I am planted. This time I will bloom.
I will not compare the two lives I have lived. I will miss old friends and continue to love them and I will leave this house and make more friends. I will not get my feelings hurt because I will choose to love here.
I will look for beautiful blooms that I haven't seen in 13 years.
I will make a life right here.
There are many beautiful things blooming already.
One kid is at home at the local elementary school. He is blooming. This neighborhood just feels good. The time I have had with family is precious, so is knowing it is not limited by miles anymore. Old friends have come out of nowhere to help us. I soak these things right up, and I bloom.
Who would have thought blooms came in the form of Braum's brownie fudge sundae and sweet barbecue beef brisket? The constant breeze that is sometimes a hot wind and how everyone has a fenced yard because everyone seems to have a dog. All the wonderful geographical names that come from the Native American language and make me smile because as yet I am the only one in my family that can pronounce them correctly.
My children will really know my family. That may be the sweetest bloom of all.
The weight of what my husband did for me still surrounds me all heavy at times. It is as powerful as the summer sun and I bloom.
It feels good to have roots in the dirt. It feels good to bloom.
This post is the first in a month-long series where I get to go visit over at The Nesting Place. This is quite an endeavor, a post every day for 31 days, but it is good to do hard things, right? These posts, Bloom Where You're Planted, will be in the Inspiration & Faith category. I am sure you will find lots of goodies there, enjoy!