I wrote a post one year ago today describing my fall of 2011 and what would be the beginnings of my 2012. The post was short and sweet, seemingly because there was so much to fit in I couldn't possibly write about all of it. I wrote about OU games I had attended and different things that had happened with my schooling. About interviewing for a job, getting a job, and moving.
What I didn't write about, but probably should have, was the crazy mix of emotions fighting to overtake my poor heart. I was scared, hurting, excited, longing, anxious, and a whole host of other things. I ended my year of trust to begin my year of patience, knowing exactly what the new year would look like.
I would move to Tulsa, struggle to make friends, be taught lots of lessons in patience in my classroom and personal life, and long for the husband that wouldn't come for many years. I would rely on God while becoming a fully independent woman who would have to be patient waiting for her life to start. That was a year ago.
But today I sit writing this post looking at a diamond ring on my finger. I am sitting in a house with 2 roommates after celebrating life with an abundance of wonderful friends. I frequently have control over my classroom and am out living life.
I was wrong.
A year ago today, I had no idea what would happen to me. But my God did. He taught me to have patience in conversations, to actually wait for another person to speak and listen to them when they did. He taught me to be independent in a way that allows me to be dependent on Him and the beautiful people He has put in my life. He taught me to love myself regardless of who or what was in my life.
2012 has absolutely been the best year of my life. From start to finish. But a year ago today, I was preparing for the worst.
Good thing I'm often wrong and God is always right.
*This post begins a series of posts I will be doing entitled "The Year Agos." Specifically, I would like to walk through last January and February looking at how intimately God was working in my life to bring me to my future husband. Feel free to read along as I recount this tale for my future children and family to look back on to see the legacy of love God is building for them.