Friends, it's been 2 months since my last post. I sorry I didn't let you know ahead of time, but I needed to take a hiatus. To say I've been busy is an understatement. Amongst other things,  work has been stressful and I moved into a new place a couple of weeks ago.

For the first time in what seems like forever, I rested. I came home from Church on Easter Sunday, and laid on the couch for six glorious hours (getting up only to grab another cinnamon roll from the kitchen).

I didn't plan it this way.

Last week, during my morning commute, I was listening to the one of my favorite radio stations. A woman (let’s call her Jane) called in to share about an experience she recently had.

She began by stating how she woke up late for work and was rushing to get ready. Already 20 minutes late, she was driving down the highway and saw a man on the side of the road. She felt led to pull over, so she did. The man asked to use her phone so he could make a call. Jane hesitantly gave him her cell phone and he proceeded to call 911. As she continued to listen she realized he was calling to report a suicide…his own.

2015 was full of challenges, but what made it memorable was the joy, freedom, and adventure I found in pursuing God and His plan for my life.

I realized it was up to me to live the life I wanted - one I’d fall head over heels in love with. In 2014 I went through a series of life changes that forced me to re-evaluate my priorities and consider what was truly important to me.

As I walked in to the amphitheater I couldn’t help but feel self-conscious. I thought arriving early before the crowd would aid with this, but I was wrong. Everyone was either with a date, a family member, or a group of friends, and I was all alone. That wasn’t my plan, but it was the reality.

With eagerness I  invited friends and acquaintances to join me, but either they weren't available or were disinterested. I soon realized that the only way I would be able to see this show would be to do so unaccompanied.