I've been in VA for about a month and a half... ish. Adjusting is difficult. In my many moves I've found the first few weeks are hard, then you settle in a little bit, then there is a second wave of discomfort usually worse than the first round. I'm almost to the first calm. The eye of the storm I call it. Luckily 'this too shall pass'.
But I am learning a lot about family. The Brooks are amazing. So full of love and hospitality. They are taking care of me and want so much to give me a safe place to call 'home' and I am forever indebted to them because of it. I live in an environment that is so completely foreign to me. People come over all the time, sometimes just walk in the door, rummage through the fridge. Someone at the house always has something to give another in need, it's the body truly working together. It's wonderful. I am blessed just to witness it, much less be a part of it!! I miss my friends still. I have yet to make an actual friend here. I've interacted with a few girls, had coffee, a couple good conversations. But I still feel on the outside. I feel unaccepted, misunderstood.
So this is what I cling to:
"Be joyful always; pray continually, give thanks in all circumstances. For this is God's will for you in Jesus. Do not put out the Spirit's fire; do not treat prophecies w/contempt. Test everything. Hold onto the good. Avoid every kind of evil." 1 Thess. 5:16-24
sidenote: today marks 6 very amazing and blessing months for Ben and I <3
