If you were to tell me at the beginning of this year that May would find me moving to Kentucky for the summer to work at the Creation Museum, I’m not sure how I would have responded.
See, that was a dream of mine for years, but there seemed to be way too many obstacles in the way. Every time I thought about it, I would daydream a bit, pray about it, but ultimately remind myself that it probably wouldn’t happen any time soon.
And that was the case for a couple of years.
Until it wasn’t. At the beginning of this year all the not nows and that won’t work and maybe laters slid into oblivion. It was as if doors were being flung open and other doors were creaking shut and then all at once I was looking down a corridor that was wide open and welcoming me to a grand adventure.
It was thrilling and exhausting and comfort-zone busting all at the same time. There were multiple times when I thought it wasn’t going to work – like when I applied for the job and didn’t hear back for a couple of weeks, only to discover that they’d replied right away somehow I’d never received the email. There were times when I was so overwhelmed by everything that I had going on that I just laid in bed with my eyes closed. There were times when I pondered all I was giving up and felt a rush of sadness.
Yet, there was never a time when I questioned if it was something I wanted or was supposed to do. Because it took years of praying and working to get me to this place and all the questions and wonderings and weighing the balances happened a long time ago.
And now here I am.
I was supposed to move down Saturday morning, leaving the house at 5:00. Only, Friday night I was awake with the stomach flu and for various reasons, we decided moving with the stomach flu wasn’t the best decision. I spent Saturday resting, and blocking out the thought of maybe it wasn’t going to work to move after all. (Ludicrous, right? I mean, the camper I was going to live in was already in Kentucky, my job was starting in four days, and I was still having to shush worry.)
Then Sunday morning dawned and I left the house a little after 5:00 (to beat the traffic) and headed off on my new adventure.