Season Number What?

So this happened last night:


And it was epic.

I mean, seriously, what did we ever do without Pinterest? How did wives around the world know what to make for dinner every. single. night?

I don't know, but it's a mystery to me.

Other than managing to actually make dinner twice (gasp!) this week, our week has been fairly uneventful.

Unless you count the fact that Season 2 of Chicago Fire started this week. That was pretty eventful. Mainly for the Mr. because he started getting inundated with questions that sounded oddly like, "Has God told you of His plans to make you a firefighter yet?"

Yes, I'm sure the Mr. is super excited to have that show back in the weekly rotation.

Four months after our move, we are finally starting to get back into what some would call a "routine". People our age would probably call it succumbing to our elderly ways but hey - it is what it is. I've already accepted the fact that the Mr. and I are drastically different from our peers.

Mainly due to the fact that we prefer to go to bed at 8:30 and are severely allergic to anything with the word "fun" in it.

Just kidding. We are totally fun people.

If you're 35.

Anyway, as I was saying, the move took some adjusting but we are finally in a place that feels like home. Not necessarily because we're in Texas (although I will gladly support that theory), but mainly because for the first time in our lives together we feel like we are right where we're supposed to be. It hasn't been easy; that's for sure. We've had to give up quite a few comforts to walk this path, but it's been worth it.

We've been ready for something new for a long time.

When the Mr. and I met, we were both in uncertain places in our lives. Spiritually we teetered on the edge, unsure of how to move forward. He was burnt out on church in general, and I was struggling to balance what I knew to be true of God with my relapse into all things bad. Emotionally we were both a mess: desperate to please everyone around us and struggling with some deep-rooted insecurities and doubts. Add to that the fact that, after almost a year and a half in recovery, I walked right back into the eating disorder that I had struggled with for 6 years.

It was a chaotic time.

The thing I love about our relationship is that we've been able to grow together. Neither of us are the same person we were when we met... and that's a good thing. We've grown in our faith through the trials we've faced (both individually and jointly). We've developed better coping skills so we can actually deal with life rather than run from it. We've established better boundaries so our relationships are healthy, and we've finally come to accept ourselves for who we are rather than who we'd like to be.

And after all that growth and change, we're ready for a new chapter. Full of new growth and new change. One of our joint dreams and desires has always been that our lives would make an impact and be a catalyst for good. Before I moved to Colorado and long before I met the Mr., that's where my life was heading. I had a passion to share my story and spread the message that there is hope in this world. I started writing a book for girls who struggled with eating disorders. My mess had become my message, and I was passionate about my purpose in life.

Those dreams were pivotal in my decision to move to Colorado and join a church plant. Looking back, I know that the journey was directed by God... even if it didn't turn out exactly as I had planned. I walked away from a lot during my 3 years in Colorado and am just now starting to understand the price I paid.

I lost my passion and didn't want to be associated with my message anymore. When I finally got my life back together, I wanted nothing to do with my past. I didn't want people to know who I was, where I came from, and the struggles that had shaped me. I wanted a new start, a new life.

What I didn't realize, though, was my past will always be a part of my present. When I discredit that part of my story, I'm discrediting everything God has done for my life thus far.

And He has done so much.

All that to say that the Mr. and I are finally at a place where we're ready to be used. All that we've been through together has brought us to where we are now - a new chapter. A new journey.

Which, if I have my way, that journey will include the important things in life.

Like cupcakes and fire trucks.