Happy Anniversary to us! Today makes 2 years that Naysia and I arrived in South Texas. Super cliche....but where has the time gone? If you've been following along you know that tremendous changes have taken place. If you don't know what I'm talking about start at the beginning of the blog :)
Naysia and I celebrated our anniversary last night. A co-worker of hers was performing at the Josephine Theatre, a production of 'Music for the Soul'. The show loosely chronicled how gospel music has influenced several genres of music. Highlighted were old Negro spirituals, Miles Davis, Earth Wind and Fire, and Aretha Franklin, to name a few. On more than one occasion we were out of our seats dancing, clapping and singing along. Possible hormonal reaction--but at one point during the show I was grateful to have been exposed to--and exposed my daughter to the gift of music.
After the show we dined at the neighborhood IHOP. We talked about the night, her future, Brandon, the way the diner reeked of Clorox, and all the changes that have taken place over the last 2 years.
As I meditate on what has made this move successful, two things come to mind. First of all, God's favor. None of this would be possible without His hand over my life. Secondly, His prompting to soften my heart and trust others.
In Arizona I was born into a network, a support system, a foundation. The tender care and love from my family and friends carried me thru the ups and downs of wild city living in Tuc-town (lol). If I needed anything someone was immediately available to assist--and if they couldn't it, chances were great they knew someone who could. Rarely did I live in fear because my family casted such a wide net of security.
When we moved to SA I knew one person. Rho and I went to middle and high school together. But we all know how life goes. She has a family and career and, regardless of how much we may have wanted to, linking up has been challenging.
Prior to moving I spent innumerable hours Google searching the how to's of an out of state move. The one thing that fails to receive in-depth coverage is the art of vulnerability.
We've made a healthy amount of friends that have become my family. South Texans have been hospitable, helpful, welcoming and it feels so good. Being blessed takes being open. Being willing. Being transparent. Being Trusting. Being trustful. And exuding confidence. I've had to surrender my pre-conceived notions, let go of my opinions of others, and allow my heart to receive the goodness that so many have extended.
Had I not put my heart on my sleeve, share secrets, and open the door to my emotions, and ask for friendship and help, chances are our move would not have been as successful as it is.
So, as I write tonight, I'd just like to give glory to God. And thank every single one of ya'll in my SATX camp for loving on us old desert rats. Here's to another great year!
