This morning, as I sit here with a cup of hot coffee (mostly cream with a splash of coffee if i’m being honest..) I find my heart overflowing with gratitude.
This time a year ago, so much about my life was uncertain. I was a flurry of emotions: excited, eager, anxious, paralyzed, overwhelmed, cautious..
On April 7, 2018:
I was Macie Hatmaker, soon to be Moseley.
I was preparing to leave my childhood home, my community, my friends, my comfort zone.
I was days away from entering into a role that I did not have a guide-map on how to navigate: wife.
I was over the moon excited to become James’s wife, but completely petrified to leave what was known and familiar to me and cleave.
A year ago, I was holding tightly clenched hands, and making the conscious choice to open them, one finger at a time, desperately trying to trust God and His plan, even in the midst of the endless list of unknowns.
If I’m being completely honest, I was hoping for the best, but at the same time cynically expecting the worst.
How would I survive a season of so much new?
Little did I know just how kind God would be to me in this year.
Friends, Jesus has shown up in countless ways for me since James and I promised ourselves to each other on April 21, 2018.
God has been so loving and tender and gentle with me. He’s given me proof time and time again of His faithfulness.
I have friends who know me deeply — the good, the bad, the ugly — and love me anyway. Friends who fill the seats around my kitchen table on Thursday nights as we eat charcuterie and cheese and share our lives together. Friends who can look at me and know what’s going on inside my head. Friends who forgive and love and ask.
We’ve grown close with couples who are walking through the same season of life as James and I are — newlyweds who are figuring out what this marriage thing looks like. Instead of being the only young married couple, God’s been so sweet to give us a community of other couples.
God’s been so kind to me in leading James and I to become members of Hope. I feel more at home in our church community than I’ve felt since High School being a part of Church family, and I find myself constantly learning and growing closer to the heart of Jesus.
James and I love doing life together again! After almost 2 years of being long-distance, the experience of two becoming one has been so, so sweet and FUN. I love coming home to James and doing real-life with him. I fall more and more in love with him each day.
Every weekday I go to my literal dream job, at the company I’ve longed to work for since 2016. I am surrounded my women (and a few men) who know Jesus and love His people. I have sweet friends who are also my co-workers that make me laugh, encourage me, always eat Chick-fil-a and Chipotle with me (sorry James) and walk through life with me.
I love where I live. Really, truly, love it. I went from the girl who detested Charlotte, who found endless reasons to dislike it and try to convince James to move to Knoxville, to a girl who can’t currently imagine a point in time in which I leave Charlotte. I love the structure of the city, the beautiful, old trees that line the streets. I adore the unique neighborhoods that make Charlotte what it is. I truly feel at home here…
I couldn’t see any of this coming. I honestly couldn’t even hope for it. Don’t get me wrong, it hasn’t been perfect. I’ve still had my fair share of tears, anxious moments, insecurities and plain homesickness, but they pale in comparison to the moments where God’s faithfulness has been so evident.
Last week, at Young Life leadership, we sang a song I had never heard before.
The chorus of the song said,
In Winter, I believe You.
In Springtime, I see You.
It’s so good to be with You, my hope has come!
I’ve been reflecting on that chorus all week, as signs of physical Spring have started popping up all over Charlotte.
Right now, I’m in a Springtime season. I can look around and clearly see God. I see His goodness. I see His faithfulness. I see how far He’s brought me from April 7, 2018.
A year ago I was in the midst of a Winter season when I had to choose to believe God would show up, even though all I saw was barren trees and frost. I couldn’t see what Spring would look like for me, but I tried with all my might to believe that Spring would come.
Last night, I was talking about this with my best-friend of 10 years (!!!) Kyle who moved to Charlotte from Knoxville in November (one of the sweetest gifts God gave me this year) and my new bestie Amelia about how wild it is that I’ve almost been married for a year. As I started talking about just how faithful God has been despite my worst fears and worries, we started to tear up. He’s been so kind!
And, I’m not to naive to know that it won’t be like this forever. Life won’t always feel this sweet. I may not always be able to clearly see what God’s doing. Winter will come again. But this year, this season of Spring, this picture of God’s goodness will forever be clearly marked in my mind as an Ebeneezer.
Over a year ago, when visiting James, this was the benediction given at church. With tears streaming down my face, I opened my hands and offered them to God as these words were pronounced over me,
“And everyone who has given up houses or brothers or sisters or father or mother or children or property, for my sake, will receive a hundred times as much in return and will inherit eternal life.” | Matthew 19:29
Wow. These words ring so very true to me… I have received a hundred times as much in return.
He has been so, so good to me.
If you find yourself in the midst of your “Winter” season — Hold tight to the promises of God.
Spring will come, friend.