A year ago our family took a vacation to Branson, Missouri. Truth be told, I was looking for a way to get out of the trip up until the day before we left. Branson wasn’t exactly on my list of hot vacation spots – if you know what I mean.
For me, tooling around in an RV while exploring unique places or laying in the sun on a white beach, falling asleep to the sounds of waves is more my type of a getaway.
But Branson? Bleh.
However, the minute I stepped out of our old-man-tan Buick in a Wal-Mart parking lot and inhaled the sticky, stale, moist air – something inside of me said, “You’re home”.
And the weird part? I didn’t balk at the voice.
Rather, I smiled. In the background, I could hear my husband and son belly-aching about the horrid air as if they were about to melt away or had just taken a sip of curdled milk. But I relished it. Sure, it wasn’t nearly as invigorating as the crisp, refreshing mountain air of Colorado Springs. But nothing compares to the perfect, pure air of the mountains. Nothing.
Instead, this unexplainable peace settled on me and I knew this was where we were supposed to be. I kept my thoughts to myself but within a couple of days, my husband piped up and said, “I think we’re supposed to live here.“
Amazing how a few, barely perceptible impressions inside of us can also be so loud that it’s impossible to ignore. And these tiny thoughts buried deep inside can completely alter our lives when we give them attention.
When people want to know how God talks to us – this is it. Impressions, thoughts from deep within.
Sure, we can often confuse the promptings of God through the Holy Spirit with our own thoughts and feelings. I’ve done it hundreds, if not thousands of times. On the other hand, every once in awhile there’s no question God is speaking. This was one of those times.
I wasn’t sure what to expect leaving Colorado. It truly is a spectacularly beautiful state. Our condo had one of the best views in the city. It was rare to miss a day on the patio that overlooked Cheyenne Mountain and was quite literally at the base of Pikes Peak. The grasses of Bear Creek Park, just beyond our railing, rolled in the wind during the summer months and when the temperature was right to sleep with windows open, we could hear the howling of the coyotes.
In spite of good friends, awesome views, family, bountiful outdoor activities, and not to mention AMAZING restaurants within 5 minutes of our home, as soon as we returned from our vacation, it wasn’t “home” anymore.
Almost instantly, there was an emotional severance.
Surprisingly, I was more than ready to move on. I’ll always be a Colorado Girl at heart, but sadness skipped over me as I looked forward in anticipation of what was coming. Colorado is a really great place, but where I choose to live has nothing to do with the place as much as it does the purpose.
Where I choose to live has nothing to do with the place as much as it does the purpose.
I simply never believed I would end up in a place like Branson. Ever.
Seriously, it was the last place on my list.
I laugh at the thought of how much I disliked Branson and now I’m here (well, in a little community just west of there)…and it fits me.
Every day, while living in Colorado, I’d see how far I could peer into the deep blues of all the crevices along Pikes Peak; I never tired of that view. In fact, whenever I looked at the Peak, it reminded me of Ephesians 1 where it says that God thought of us before the foundation of the world. Imagine that! Before the formation of Pikes Peak, Father God was already thinking of me.
Little ‘ol me.
I must be pretty important to Him!
While I miss the daily views of such majesty, I now look out multiple times a day at the shimmering waters of Table Rock Lake cradled by the deep green hills of the Ozarks; also a spectacular view in its own right! Now my view reminds me of purpose and love. God loved me so much that He cares about how much I appreciate amazing views and take time daily to soak them in. I’m in awe every moment of the day at the beauty I have in front of me. At the same time, it represents my assignment, my purpose.
I don’t know what it is, but to know that God plucked me out of one place and deliberately set me down here has me wondering why. I don’t have the answer yet and that’s okay.
At first, I thought I had some great purpose in that I’d impact and influence the lives of others. But a recent humility check reminds me that perhaps I ‘m here to learn FROM others. Most likely it’s both.
Either way, leaving Colorado is as the thrill of a trapeze artist who releases one bar and trusts that when they turn around, another one will be there for them to grab. I’ve let go of my life without knowing what is here waiting for us as we turn in a new direction.
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