Little Girl in the Big City

So, I’m sure you’ve all been hanging on the edge of your seat wondering how the move went.  Well, I am happy to report that we successfully moved from point A to point B.  Of course there were a few bumps along the road, but has anyone ever heard of a stress-free move?  But those are stories and posts for another day…

Before The District is too far away, I want to take some time to reflect on those four years and the ways that God stretched, challenged, and provided for me.  So, this week, we’re taking a little jaunt through the past four years.

Paying George and Laura a visit with Anna

I arrived in DC in September, 2006.  Once the allure of the first month wore off and I started working,  I struggled to navigate life post-college.  I don’t know anyone who has successfully integrated into the real world without a little griping.  I mean, seriously, college life is too good to be true.  And so, my sweet roommate Sallie and I supported each other daily through the transition.  If one of us didn’t have tears one day, they were coming the next.  Little by little we learned to adjust and encourage one another along the way.

Sallie and I at our first Redskins game.  Hail!

Here are a few of the gems I discovered that first year:

  • It is possible to spend all of your salary on rent and live off of popcorn
  • A new appreciation for a good happy hour at the end of the day
  • The joys of professional football (even if your team can’t win)
  • The confidence that can come from a fabulous pair of high heels
  • And the delight of being walking distance to the National Zoo

On a more serious note, one verse that God gave to me very early on in my time there was Psalm 112:7-8

“(She) will have no fear of bad news;
       (her) heart is steadfast, trusting in the LORD.
  (Her) heart is secure, (she) will have no fear;
       in the end (she) will look in triumph on (her) foes.”
Learning to navigate the grown-up world and a big unfamiliar city was terrifying, but this verse reminded me that God was with me, He could be trusted, in Him I was secure, and I had nothing to fear.  

Yet even with this comfort, without many of the spiritual supports that were available to me in college, I struggled to find my way.  Often relying on spiritual highs to get me through—a new devotional book, a conference, or an encouraging phone conversation with an old friend would quickly draw me back in and remind me of my desire and my need for more of God.  Yet, it didn’t take long to lose sight of that and try to navigate life again on my own. 

Throughout my first year, I knew that God was with me, but that was a truth that I only sporadically embraced and, SPOILER ALERT! as I entered year 2 of the real world, I began to see that navigating life on my own wasn’t really cutting it.