Eight is Enough

We always assume that time passes by slowly, especially in the midst of it all. It goes something like: When is this day going to end? When will I get through this season? When will this happen? etc. It passes by slowly until we are on the other side of things, looking back, noticing how it's a speck of time really.

Eight years ago I moved into my apartment in Wake Forest. I was prepared to take on the world (and seminary). I proudly proclaimed that I wanted to be a writer - a Beth Moore type if you will. I was terrified of a new city without friends. I was terrified of being an adult. I, for one, do not think college makes you any sort of an adult.

Eight years later (tonight) I will be celebrating my upcoming marriage with some of the most beautiful, lovely, godly women I know. These ladies have been my friends for the most part of the eight years. I sit at the age of 31, an adult now - a girl who has traveled well, burnt a number of things in the kitchen, and frequently balances a check book.

Though I would have never imagined I would be spending eight years in Raleigh, I realize now how much the Lord was using this time for the future. He needed me here, and I needed the people He'd placed in my life here. The Forest and the 919 became my home. My friends became my sisters.

Cheers to eight years in the 919!