It was the winter of 2015. They said it was the worst snowstorm in Chicago in 20 years, but it was my first snowstorm ever. The snowstorm mirrored my feelings, I had left my home again. 9 years earlier, just 3 months after I got married, I relocated to the UK for my master’s degree. For 9 years, my family and I built a life, a home and a community. Now we were on the move again.

2 kids and another bun in the oven. I was unsure, torn between the life we built and the promise of another.

I had so many unanswered questions.

What would I do?

How would I build a community?

What would happen to my career?

How would I find my place?

We were going to start all over again..so many questions.

I was calm on the outside but inside was a raging storm, a flood of emotions. But the adult in me had to keep it together. Welcome to the United States, the immigration officer said with a smile as he handed me my passport. I managed a smile of my own as I thought to myself, another season has begun.

There is a time for everything, and a season for every activity under the heavens: time to be born and a time to die, a time to plant and a time to uproot, time to kill and a time to heal, a time to tear down and a time to build, time to weep and a time to laugh, a time to mourn and a time to dance, time to scatter stones and a time to gather them, a time to embrace and a time to refrain from embracing, time to search and a time to give up, a time to keep and a time to throw away, time to tear and a time to mend, a time to be silent and a time to speak, time to love and a time to hate, a time for war and a time for peace.

—Ecc 3:1-8: T

Can you relate? What’s happening in your season? 

Cheering you on❤️