This last move for me has been one of the hardest since we joined the Air Force. I still think that first initial move may have been the most difficult, but that was a long time ago and thankfully, the fond memories are the main ones that remain. I think it's been difficult for two reasons. First, I had high expectations. I'm from the Midwest. This is home. I guess I thought it would still feel like that, but there is much that I'd forgotten and there was much that I hadn't taken into account. Second, our last assignment was our best one to date and that was due to the friends that God deeply blessed us with. I'm not saying this is a bad assignment because that is definitely not the case. The transition has just been difficult for me on a personal level.
I do see a glimmer of hope after we've lived here nearly 9 months now. If I had to sum up what I miss, it would be community. I absolutely love doing life with others. However, since our move, I haven't had that. There is a light at the end of that tunnel, though. This past week or two God has reminded me that He is with me in this and given me moments of encouragement. It may not look like much to an outsider looking in. I'm thankful for the familiar faces at soccer games and soccer practices this spring. I'm thankful for the same faces that I see each week in Sunday School. I'm thankful for the brief conversations with those I've seen before, but now speak with. I'm thankful for occasional lunch outings with neighbors and new friends. I'm thankful for my weekly prayer time with other Moms. I'm thankful that I'm beginning to see a glimpse of what community will look like here. It will be and look different and never like before. However, God knows what I need here. He will provide. For that, I am thankful!