When I first started this blog I said my time in Montana would be a journey of faith....has it ever. As I read back on my early posts knowing what I know now it's a bit surreal. No one ever would have guessed that my dad would pass away five months after my move here. And yet, in a way, that explains the sense of urgency I had in moving. Sure, there were several moments of anxiety about the big decision I was making but it was always outweighed by the feeling that I needed to come to Montana. And now I know why. Now we all know why.
In nine days it will be the one year anniversary of my dad's death. In some ways it seems so much longer than a year; in most though, it seems like it only just happened. Certainly my faith has grown through trial and testing as I walk through my father's death and all that comes along with that.
My faith has also grown as I found myself without the same support group of friends I had back home, without my church, my routine, my 'circle of comfort'. At times during this journey it seemed my faith was a foreign object. I felt I was standing alone with no one and nothing to anchor me. But, knowing this isn't true, my faith reminded me that God is always with us, always for us.
And now, my journey of faith continues as I once again move to a new community. Once again I will depend on God to open up doors of opportunities, to build new relationships, to reveal His plan for my life in His timing. Without faith I would not have survived my journey this far. Without faith I'd have no courage to continue. But with faith....all things are possible!
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