Feeling Good Even With Other's Good News

This weekend, I have seen a lot of people announce a big change in their life on social media. Quitting jobs, moving, getting engaged, got married, and having a baby.

Our lives are always surrounded by these things, especially if you are Facebook friends with the 20 something crowd, but this weekend seemed to have an extra amount of life change announcements.

The first two announcements that caught my eye were people moving.
The first was my college pastor and his wife (who was a very dear friend and mentor to me) announcing that he is moving across a few states, no longer preaching but instead going to teach middle school.
The other was a guy who was no longer directing a camp because the board was wanting/starting to micromanage it and they were eliminating his wife's position.

Those are both big things. They both stuck out to me. They both are hard things to do. Starting over. New job, new house, new city. Both of these people were starting fresh.

I am obsessed with moving to Portland only when I give myself the freedom to daydream, which is right before bed, and the mornings of my off days. (which is also my blogging time, which is why you get so many "I want to move to Portland" posts) but I don't think about Portland really at all outside of that.

I was in my office at work when I saw the two posts about these two families that were moving. I saw them both within a minute of each other. And as I looked at the screen and read the posts I asked myself if I was jealous. Did I want to be announcing to the Facebook world that I was completely starting over?

I wasn't.

I expected myself to me. Part of my head was figuring out how to calm down the other side of my head from this jealousy that I felt that I should have, but I didn't have that.

Interesting right?

Day 2 and beyond, of surrendering my current job and maybe my future job to the Lord has been hard. But as I sat at my desk, reading this posts, I felt really good about where I was at. I felt like I was in a good place at that moment.

This particular journey may scare me, I may not feel in control of where I am going, but I know that God knows what is to come of my life and that giving that to Him can only be the best for me. I think sitting at my desk at this moment, was the first peace I had about surrendering since the day after I committed to it.