Fast forward nine months, I'm sitting on our dining table writing this post before my night class at 5:45pm, staring out into the loud, busy streets outside our Westwood apartment. And for some strange reason, I feel completely at home.
I hadn't realized how much the city of LA has grown on me and how I've started to enjoy it's lifestyle, thrill and even its congested streets. The other day, Matt and I discussed our plans for the future- residency options, where we would possibly move to, my future school & career, etc. and it dawned on me that it's already been nearly a year since we've lived here. And it saddened me to think we only have a year left.
Yes, I've had many complaints about our apartment. The walls are thin, the kitchen appliances are used and fragile, the annoying sounds of crying children outside our bedroom would hinder my sleep, etc. But more than anything, I've come to appreciate these imperfections. I've learned (still learning) not to dwell in having a nice home with trendy decor; instead, to appreciate the moments spent in it. I feel strangely thankful for the mothers in our complex who tend to their crying babies and wake up early in the morning to meet with other mothers and their babies at the playground outside. And most of all, I feel grateful to God for providing this small first home for me and Matt. I'm reminded of God's faithfulness and provision in my life and how despite my unfaithfulness, complaining and ungratefulness, He still pursues me, provides for me, and draws me back to Him.
I hope years later, wherever God call us, I would approach new changes and challenges with a willing heart that submits to Christ's authority. That it wouldn't be my rampage of emotions that dictate my joy but that instead, I would trust God and give thanks in all circumstances to our Lord and Savior who loves us.
"Rejoice always, pray without ceasing, give thanks in all circumstances; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you." 1 Thessalonians 5:16
"My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever."
Psalm73:26
Yes, I've had many complaints about our apartment. The walls are thin, the kitchen appliances are used and fragile, the annoying sounds of crying children outside our bedroom would hinder my sleep, etc. But more than anything, I've come to appreciate these imperfections. I've learned (still learning) not to dwell in having a nice home with trendy decor; instead, to appreciate the moments spent in it. I feel strangely thankful for the mothers in our complex who tend to their crying babies and wake up early in the morning to meet with other mothers and their babies at the playground outside. And most of all, I feel grateful to God for providing this small first home for me and Matt. I'm reminded of God's faithfulness and provision in my life and how despite my unfaithfulness, complaining and ungratefulness, He still pursues me, provides for me, and draws me back to Him.
I hope years later, wherever God call us, I would approach new changes and challenges with a willing heart that submits to Christ's authority. That it wouldn't be my rampage of emotions that dictate my joy but that instead, I would trust God and give thanks in all circumstances to our Lord and Savior who loves us.
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"My flesh and my heart may fail, but God is the strength of my heart and my portion forever."
Psalm73:26
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