Every day is an adventure—if you let it be. If I had to describe this transition in one word, it would be adventure. And even that word only begins to capture everything this move has held.

I can’t believe we’re already at the six-month mark. In some ways, it feels like I’ve been here for years, yet there’s still so much left to explore. So much has happened, I’m not sure I can fit it all into one post—but what I can say is this: it has all been the mercy of God.

Like any true adventure, there have been highs and lows, twists and turns. There’s been change, hard conversations, unmet expectations, and disappointment. But alongside that, there has also been incredible growth, depth, joy, and beauty in the midst of it all. And somehow, through everything, it truly feels like home—exactly where God wants me to be.

Two years ago, on a trip to California, I had a prophetic vision about a season to come. I saw fertile soil with three flowers planted side by side, alive and moving. Each flower held a watering can, taking turns pouring into one another. At the time, I didn’t understand what it meant. I assumed it might be about moving to California for ministry, so I prayed, asked the Lord about it, and tucked it away.

Now, I see it clearly.

The Lord, in His kindness, truly makes everything beautiful in its time. I feel a deep confidence that this is the season I was shown. Last summer, when our friend group started attending Antioch, I felt the Lord say this place would be an oasis for my soul—a safe space to tend to the deeper places of my heart.

And it has been. Sweet, yes—but also marked by an intense pruning.

The Father knew exactly what I would need in this season, and He has faithfully provided it. It has required deeper trust, deeper faith, and greater intimacy with Him. The fruit of my heart has been revealed—the good, the bad, and the ugly—and in His kindness, He has gently dealt with it all.

It’s been vulnerable. It’s been humbling. And more than ever, I’m aware of how much I need Him.

Going into this move, my biggest prayer was, “Lord, don’t let me become comfortable or complacent now that I’m walking in what I once prayed for.” And let me tell you—He has answered that prayer.

Every hard moment has been worth it because I’m walking through it with Him. Every sweet moment has produced a gratitude that sustains me through the difficult ones.

“Therefore, behold, I will allure her, and bring her into the wilderness, and speak tenderly to her.” — Hosea 2:14

This season has already been marked by so much joy, freedom, and fun. Some of the sweetest highlights have come through my workplaces. At the coffee shop, I’ve learned so much—about coffee, about leadership, and even creating new drinks. It genuinely doesn’t feel like work.

At the restaurant, I’ve had the opportunity to simply love people well and reflect the gospel through my actions. It has opened doors for conversations, invitations to church, and moments where I’ve seen people take steps of faith and encounter real transformation. That has been such a gift to witness.

The power of the gospel never ceases. Our witness matters—whether we use words or not.

These past six months have truly been an adventure, and it’s still unfolding. So much of my heart has been poured out in the prayer room—that’s where most of my creativity is sparked, where things are processed, wrestled through, pruned, and brought to life again.

The Lord has been so faithful to lead me. I’ve been challenged daily to renew my mind in the truth of who He is, to choose the Spirit over my flesh. It hasn’t been easy—it’s a battle—but His grace continues to sustain me.

Thank You, Abba.

Love, hav