The last time I landed in this city, I was still trying to decide whether to start a blog or not.

The last time I landed in this city, I had just walked across a stage to get my last diploma.

The last time I landed in this city, I was in love with someone for the first time in my life.

The last time I landed in this city, I turned on my cell before I was allowed just so I could text him.

The last time I landed in this city, I drove all night just so I’d be back in the town we lived in.

The last time I landed in this city, I showed up on his doorstep at his request.

But tonight when I landed in this city.

Tonight when I landed in this city, I was the only person on the plane sitting alone.

Tonight when I landed in this city, I turned on my cell before I was allowed. Again.

Tonight when I landed in this city, I drove all night just so I’d be back in the town where my puppies live.

Tonight when I landed in this city, I showed up on my doorstep not wanting to go into my dark house alone.

And yet.

Tonight when I crawled into bed, I reminded myself that saying yes to what God’s trying to do in my life sometimes means saying no to what I’d like to keep in my life.

So, I’ll keep saying yes even when I want to say no.  And I’ll keep saying no even when I want to say yes.

(P.S. - Thanks for letting me grow in front of you.)