yes.

The power of a "yes" is astonishing. I know that I am a spoiled girl, who typically sees something she wants, she gets it. No questions asked.

I want that dress when I'm in Target. Yes. Its mine.

I want that Iced Coffee at either Dunkin or Bucks. Yes. I can have it.

The things I want most though- the things that mean the most, and are worth the most in waiting, always require me going first and always to Jesus. It is frustrating to feel yes' when there is another opinion involved that shuts the door, or says 'not now', or even thinks it can be bold and say never. When really all you want to hear is yes.

We want what we want.

There has been a sweetness to this time in Winston-Salem. I keep hearing myself say in my head and heart, "yes." knowing that its both being spoken of and in my heart, but also in what I sense in doors opening, and the Lord moving confidently in my spirit. It's a tender and intimate feeling to know so surely and so much that finally... after all the waiting... the praying... the darkness... and in the quiet searching that I walk into this new chapter not once having felt 'no'.

Not once.

I am thankful to have been able to respond to and have heard so much in the recent year that I was supposed to stand next to the Lord and wait for the door to open. For things to settle, for the red light to finally change, and now that it has, it is so clear.

This move does not mean I give up anyone or anything, or move further away or from.

Its moving closer.

To me. Who has been everywhere and back, and has been waiting for much too long for this move, this choice, this opportunity, this movement forward...

Yes.

(sigh).