Safe Haven

God has been revealing Himself in such a significant way over these past four weeks — and this is also where reality has begun to set in. My roommates and I started a shared note the first week we moved in, just to document the favor of God over our house. Writing things down, even the smallest details, reminds us how deeply He’s involved in everything.

The last thing I ever want to do is grow complacent now that God has given me what I’ve deeply desired. That thought puts the fear of God in me like nothing else. I spent so much of my walk being lukewarm toward Him, but now I love Him too much to ever let that become an option again.

I also never want to come across as someone whose life is wonderful all the time — because that’s not reality. I love sharing my life online, through social media and now this blog, but I want to be a person of authenticity. This move has been an outpouring of God’s love, and it still feels like such a gift. I honestly thought it was too good to be true — but that’s just how much God longs to show me His love. I prayed to move out. I prayed to live with girls who radically love Jesus. I prayed to live near the beach. And God honored those prayers because I asked in faith!

This season has been everything I hoped for and continues to hold new adventures every day. But to be completely transparent, there have been hard moments too. Adjusting to a new space, new schedules, relational dynamics, and jobs — all of it has stretched me. I knew there would be sacrifice, but I wasn’t sure what that would look like. Right now, I’m working two jobs, trying to make new friends, keep my quiet time, pay bills, explore the island, spend time with my roommates, disciple & be discipled, and go to church. It’s an absolute joy that I get to do these things, but I’m still figuring out my rhythms — and that’s okay.

In addition, God has been confronting my heart in the most unexpected ways, exposing the lies I was believing: that I wasn’t receiving His love, that I had to survive instead of thrive, that I needed to strive to be worthy of His best, and that maybe He wouldn’t pull through for me. I couldn’t have been more wrong.

I’m beyond thankful that this is what my season looks like. I laugh so hard my stomach hurts every day with my roommates. I get to cook meals and make coffee for our friends. I get to share clothes, go on runs, and frolic at the beach with my girls. We get to host & invite people into our home. I get to be part of a church led by the Spirit — one that prioritizes the prayer room, undignified worship and discipleship. Plus a community that challenges and exhorts me.

God knew what he was doing, but he asked me to have faith for it. I wouldn’t have it any other way.

With love, hav