It’s crazy that this past Saturday was the one year mark for being at home in America. I can’t believe it’s been a year! I really, really can’t. Oddly enough (they say it takes as long as you are away to reacclimate yourself again to culture) and my, I’d have to agree! About 3 weeks ago I started feeling quite normal again in my own skin, even energy seemed to be restored to my body and soul that was lacking. Something clicked, not sure what. It’s not been the easiest year though, things have been hard, and the picture I had in my head of returning didn’t all pan out. Some things were much better than I ever could have imagined and some, were just simply, different.
Last year, in about a week after my return, I watched my little sister marry her husband Jason.
The next day, I pointed my car east and headed to Wilmington. I would repeat this trip several times, and move in with the Mixon’s for a few weeks. (I’m still so grateful).
At the end of July, I met my future husband. I walked around college campuses with him, retold stories of Budapest and Serbia, sipped on frappacinos, and stayed up insanely late talking with him.
At the end of August, I packed up a moving truck and moved to Wilmington with all of my stuff, on a one way trip east. I didn’t own a car, and had sold pretty much everything I owned (including furniture) before I moved to Slovakia a year earlier.
In the coming weeks life would change rapidly. I bought a car. Got my first iphone. Started working at Port City. Started dating Jer. Purchased a couch.
It was quite a whirlwind upon my return, but it was fun. I was soaking in things that I had taken for granted.
The next few months would bring hardship, cultural difficulty, relational issues, several engagements, trips to Cary, Raleigh, Greenville, Ohio, and back again. Anchored on Sundays and clean breaks between weekends and weekdays that I had never known before. A consistency and steadiness that I craved jolted me for change.
I didn’t hear God – he was so silent, yet I knew he was working according to His word. I wanted Him to speak so loudly like he once did on those quiet Kosice days. But, I couldn’t find him admist the traffic, the technology, and the busy-ness.
A few weeks ago, it was as if God chose to awaken my heart again. I craved His word, wisdom, and stories of life-change.
Here I am once again, looking back, seeing all that God has done in just a year’s time. Amazed at his goodness. Enthralled by the ever-changingness of life and thankful.











