It was the best of times. It was the worst of times.

Don’t you just hate making tough decisions. I just met someone who loves it, and I can’t help but question their honesty. Decisions are hard. The afterward feels pretty good, though. A relief, a weight lifted, but still, when decisions are tough, there are bound to be times when you question yourself even after the most prayerful of deliberations.

What in the world am I waxing poetic about? I resigned this week. What a word…resigned. sigh. Sam is saying I am taking a sabbatical. I like that. It’s probably more accurate…and it doesn’t elicit tears, it more calls for a deep breath. I like it. I’m on an undefined sabbatical.

Who am I kidding? I have an 11 month old ball of curiosity to spend my days with. You should have seen his excitement for spaghetti. My new office is filled with the joy of a child learning to make music with everything around him. It’s a happy place.

I love Buckhead Church. I have been a part of the privileged staff for more than four years. I never would have imagined I would work at a church. Never. But, thank you Lord, THANK YOU, that I did (and still do until next Thursday). I began my time at BC 2 days after returning from my honeymoon. And now look at where I am…a wife, a mother, a very grateful employee.

Sam and I keep saying, “I’m really excited,” over and over to each other. This hasn’t been what we’ve said for the past months while we’ve been traveling down the road that led us here. But we are now. God has been so faithful to guide us and love us right through our confusion and fear. I don’t pretend to know what’s next. I have so many dreams. But I am so very grateful to have my Lord with me while He teaches me to be more of who he created me to be.