It’s Tuesday, July 16, 2013. I’m sitting on my bed ignoring the boxes sitting in my floor and especially the empty ones that I’m supposed to be filling. I’m almost done though. A few more boxes, put my clothes in suitcases for easier travel, and box my bathroom supplies up…and its over. I will have accomplished packing up nine years of my life, actually a little more but some of my ‘stuff’ never made it out of boxes from my initial move into my house so it is just being transported. Not to say that I didn’t go through all the boxes and discard and repack, but it was easier than trying to find stuff and pack it at this point. Or decide what I wanted to keep, what was worth keeping, and what just gets tossed. It’s been an interesting process, but I’m definitely glad that it is almost over!!
Today marks the day of the end of my title of ‘homeowner’. This makes me happier than you can imagine. I went into the bank as a young and naive 26 year-old, being told that the process of getting a loan would take about thirty days and they would have to do all this stuff to get approval and then we could decide before signing on the dotted line if it would be followed through with. I walked into the bank with the ‘thought’ of the possibility of building a home, thinking it would take a while to get everything ‘started’…yet I walked out that same day with papers in hand, and a ‘construction loan’ available to start the process. I was a little shell shocked that it actually happened and that I would own my place, get to build it to my
dads specifications, and it would a place I could call my own. Not realizing how difficult it would be when I was ready to spread my wings, when the gypsy blood that flows through my veins (it affects generations of the March Clan) would activate and I would want to get ‘moving’, that I would be stuck. Unlike renting, when you can just up and leave when you want and be a nomad, being a homeowner pretty much keeps you rooted to one place. But God apparently knew what He was doing (imagine that); it never sold. I built my house in 2004, and have been attempting to sell it since about 2007 (when I lost my job at semo.net). But I never went delinquent on a payment during the rough months of trying to find a job and make ends meet, God supplied for me. Then in 2009 when my brother and his family came home from the mission field and they needing a place to move into for a few months while they figured out what was going on and where they would be, it was big enough to accommodate everyone, and I went from a single household to one of six with a dog. God again knew what he was doing in allowing my house not to sell previously. Five years later…the papers will be signed today, and I am finally seeing the fruition of ‘wait upon the Lord’. It is not always easy to do this, we get frustrated and don’t always understand…but He knows what He is doing and it all works out in the end.
Why do I know this? Because I sit here at the end of my reign as a homeowner the proud new owner of two little initials that I can tack onto my signature, ‘RN’. Without waiting, without having my family move in with me, without having to turn down the job I acquired at the MO Highway Patrol (by taking a test and interviewing) because they would not allow me to wear a skirt and being told I HAD to wear pants for a desk job as a dispatcher just so I could work for them, and without the support of all my friends and family (old and new), I never would have went back to school to become a nurse. Yet I sit here, on July 16, 2013, as a Registered Nurse…and loving every minute of it.
I graduated on May 19, took my test July 1, and have been working at a local hospital during this time. I love it. I love that everyday is a new day, new challenges, and new faces. I love being able to interact with the people and to help them as much as possible, even if it is just to get them a cup of water and ice…sometimes it’s the little things that matter the most. And I love most is that these two little initials also open doors wide open for opportunities to travel, and to reach out to others around the world. God is good, all the time, and He definitely knows what He is doing. We just have to give Him time.
During this time God has blessed me beyond measure with financial blessings, new friendships, and support from family and friends. He has blessed my family with the ability to put up with my stressed, crazed self. :) It has been an interesting journey, one that has molded and made me into the person I am today…a journey I can look back on and realize that I am thankful for it.
Today is the first day of the rest of my life…and I cannot wait to see what God has in store for me. But for now…the boxes really need my attention.