April 11, 2008
21 Days
I'm getting married in three weeks. Twenty-one days. It's at the point now where my mom and I talk daily and I scratch something off my list just to add something else. We had our final pre-marital session last Saturday and I realized today that I only have two more paychecks coming. (Gah.)
Everyone said the engagement would go fast; they always say this, to every bride, and I realize now that they're always right.
I'm not sure if I'm in denial or if I'm too wrapped up in wedding details to notice, but it doesn't feel like I only have mere days left living in Atlanta. I love this city so much. It's more than the job I'm good at or the church where I feel at home. It's more than the friends. It's the city herself. I love the way the Midtown skyline looms over Piedmont Park and the past two weeks when I've been in the park at 6 a.m. for boot camp, the glowing buildings sometimes take my breath away. I love the blooming trees and the soul food and how there's an awesome Mexican restaurant on every corner and a nail salon in every strip mall. I love that I can fly direct to anywhere in the world and drive to the ocean in less than five hours. I love the accents and the fact that I know how to get anywhere from anywhere, usually taking back roads.
God led me here so that I would find Him again.
But I feel no regret leaving. I am not torn about it and I don't wish to stay. I knew the day he told me that he was moving that I would be moving too. I knew. I chose and I choose gladly.
"But Ruth replied, 'Don't urge me to leave you or to turn back from you. Where you go I will go, and where you stay I will stay. Your people will be my people and your God my God. Where you die I will die, and there I will be buried. May the LORD deal with me, be it ever so severely, if anything but death separates you and me." Ruth 1:16-17
Posted by hannah at 08:30 PM
