All Things New: New Places

“Remember not the former things, nor consider the things of old.  Behold, I am doing a new thing, now it springs forth, do you not perceive it?  I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.” - Isaiah 43:18-19

Butterflies.  That’s the best word I can think of to describe the feeling I had the first days in our new city.  300+ miles away from the community we had called home for almost 7 years.  While we were in fact, closer to where I’m from [and to where my husband went to college], it still felt new, unfamiliar, and scary.  Weekly tasks like going to the grocery store were hard those first few times - not seeing any familiar faces or be able to stinking find the cheese aisle.  A few weeks in now, I still need to look at my google maps to get anywhere.  God is in fact doing a NEW thing, and I do perceive it.  The second part of that verse in Isaiah is what I cling to “I will make a way in the wilderness and rivers in the desert.” There’s a promise there that we are not nor ever will be alone.

My name is Wynne Elder and my family and I just moved to Bryan/College Station, Texas after 7 years in west Texas to be a part of a new church plant in the area.  Our steps were for certain ordered and that is what gives me hope and calm in a season of transition and change.  I am a dreamer- and the days that I dreamed about what my life would look like here were many.  I would imagine myself with my new friends, in my new places, picking up my life and just relocating it.  However, I’m constantly reminded that building something new takes time.  My three year old daughter has even started attaching the word “new” to everything.  New school, new doctor, new gym…Building history and roots takes time, but you have to start somewhere.  The arms that have opened up to us instantly will never know their impact on us.  

I deeply desire to be deeply rooted here.  It is uncomfortable, but being vulnerable and sharing my life and my story with our new community is how it begins.  I have a group of women here who meet once a week after the kids go to sleep - we kick off our shoes, sprawl out in my friends living room, and there is usually chocolate and wine involved.  We ask each other questions, we press into each others lives, we are real and raw with our stories which invites others to do the same.  It’s terrifying being so open and vulnerable - but that’s where the growth is.  

New moves are both scary and exciting for a million reasons.  New rhythms, new schools, doctors, churches, neighbors, grocery stores, friends, and the list could go on.  As someone who’s moved to a place with no roots twice, I would say give yourself some time and grace.  Life doesn’t happen overnight, and the best life is one that’s rooted in deep community, stories, and love.  Hang on for the ride, our dawn is coming! 

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