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Moving makes me dig deep. I realized this a few weeks ago as I pulled out of the hotel parking lot on a Sunday morning in Jackson, MS, to begin day two of our move from Georgia to Texas. I was overwhelmed with emotion as I pulled onto the interstate that morning. I knew I was three hours from my hometown of Baton Rouge, where I lived the majority of my life. I was eight hours away from Athens, GA, our home for the last four years, and I was seven hours away from what will eventually become our new home in Texas.
Part of me wanted to turn my car around and head back to Georgia. The other part of me wanted to head south to Baton Rouge. I yearned for familiarity and comfort. There was not a piece of me that morning that was ready to enter into a new city where we knew so few people and there were so many unknowns.
In that moment, I did not feel I belonged anywhere. Desolation got a hold of me pretty quickly, and I found myself huffing to God about how much I disliked moving, the lack of familiarity, and the sense of not feeling I belonged somewhere. I internally shouted at God that morning in my silent prayer from the driver’s seat: While I understand the phrase of the Suscipe, “Your grace is enough for me,” your grace is not feeling enough for me this morning.