moving

The more I think about moving, the more I absolutely dread it. I don't like change, at all, though I go through it a lot. I'm fairly used to being forced to accommodate to the change. I'll make it work but it will be hard.


Here's what hit me this morning.
I have been crying out to my Heavenly Father for days to make things better. I am so alone where I'm at now, I can't take it. I pray and pray and pray that I can make friends or someone will be nice to me or just that I can make it through. Now He's giving me the opportunity to leave this place behind and go somewhere new. Maybe, just maybe, He's been waiting until I would break to provide me with something beautiful that I will more fully appreciate due to the awful circumstances I've been through here. Otherwise I wouldn't appreciate it, right? Now that I know how bad it can be, maybe this is His way of showing me how good it can be. Maybe moving is the answer to my prayers, although it came in a very distressing form of financial difficulties.


I don't know. I guess all I can say anymore is..


Thy will be done.