2 Years

2 Years ago today these are some of the words from my journal....

"I am on a plane on my way to NYC.  I can't believe my dream is coming true...."


"It was hard and weird to say goodbye but I have so much assurance that YOU are with me...I know you will never leave me or forsake me, you are holding me in the palm of your hand."


"I don't know what to expect God, but I know you are with me.  I pray that you would be glorified in my life as I start this next chapter.  I really can't believe it's happening. I pray that you would use my life there to to mold me and that you would do mighty things in me and through me."


"God I want to be a blank slate.  I feel like in many ways I am starting over. I don't know what the future holds, but I know that your arms are around me and YOU are leading me through the next hours and days of my life."  


"New York City here I come.........."

2 Years ago today I started a new life on the "tiny" island of Manhattan.  I had two suitcases and a lot of dreams.  Although I would never want to go back and re-live my first days in this city, God was(and is) so faithful.  I can't begin to explain the emotions that went through me as I started my life here.  It has been an adventure.  Some days I want to run away and some days I want to stay right where I am.  On both of those days I am learning to run more and more into the arms of my Father.  I am learning that in the city of millions that changes daily He is my constant.  He is with me on this adventure and He has a plan and a purpose for my life here.  It is not easy to be a New Yorker, but I am finding my way one day at a time.

On the next page of my journal after some of the words above, I wrote out a page of specific prayers.  As I looked back over my journal this morning I realized that God has answered every single one of those prayers except for one.....and I am still praying that He answers the final one(maybe he has and I don't know it.)

Because I am a sentimental person(and this is a scrapbook for me) the next several post will be dedicated to my first 2 year in NYC as I remember some of my favorite moments and experiences.

and for those of you who are curious, the name of my blog comes from a song that came on the radio one day not long before I moved to the city. I had heard the song before, but this time the words really stuck out to me.  It's by Martina McBride....

"This one's for all you girls about 25

in little apartments just trying to get by

living on dreams and spaghetti-o's

wondering where your life is going to go"