4 Years. 4 Months. 4 Days.

I lived in Nashville from August 2007 to August 2011. 4 years. I have been away since the end of August, when I abruptly moved to Southern California to work for Project 7. 4 months. And my trip back to ring in the New Years lasted from December 29 to January 2. 4 days. 

Let me go on record saying it is hard it is impossible to squeeze 4 years of friendships and 4 months of life lived apart into 4 days. 

As my Southwest flight traverses back across the country carrying me to my new-and-lovely but not-so-homey-as-Nashville home, I feel exhausted and energized, relationally blessed but emotionally drained, conflicted yet peaceful.

Here are 4 observations on my 4 years, 4 months and 4 days.

1.  I left an extraordinary community, an extraordinary life, behind when I left Nashville 4 months ago. There was quantity. There was depth. There was variety. There was familiarity. There was authenticity. And there was accountability. As I sat around the dinner table this week, as I lingered over lunch, and as I sipped on skinny vanilla lattes, it all came back. Just how blessed I am to have found people who loved me well for 4 years and continue for fight for me and my dreams.

2. In the midst of a major transition, it can be difficult remaining in today and being thankful and present to the here, and the now. Yep, it can be difficult, but it is also essential. As much as I loved being in Nashville for 4 years, as much as I loved being there for the last 4 days, my here-and-now is in Southern California. And my heart, and my mind, and my hope, need to embrace that  sunny-and-70-degree reality.

3.  It takes time to build an abundant life in a new place. I have been extremely blessed in the 4 months that I have been living in Southern California. Friends have come out of the woodwork to walk alongside me, to break bread with me, and to pick me up from the airport. But I need to keep working towards, to keep investing in, building the type of community that I cherished in Nashville.

4. But mostly importantly I know this truth that I sang with tears streaming down my face Sunday morning at Cross Point. “I know my God made a way for me. It’s gonna be alright!” 

How did you ring in the New Year? 

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Lindsey has a sincere love for her precious dogs Molly and Maisy, a good red wine and the Delta Sky Club. She spends her days (and some nights) laboring to end childhood hunger at Feed the Children and to gather, equip and unleash women at IF:Gathering.

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  • this post caught my eye because when people ask how far apart my wife and I are in age we always say “4 yrs, 4 months, 4 days” (even though it’s technically 5 days).

    Glad you had a good trip back to NashVegas, hope your 2012 is your best year yet!

    • Anonymous

      You too Bryan! 

  • Lindsey I SOOOO get this. I watched your return to Nashville and it so reminded me of when I moved from VA to GA and then would come back to McLean Bible and worship and just cry and cry and worship and love on my friends…

    Praying with you that your community in CA grows and deepens and lavishes you with the love that you felt while you were in Nashville… it definitely is a process, the move, the resettling, but it is SO worth it … bless you…

    • Anonymous

      Thanks Jenny!

  • Candace

    Loved it Lindsey!!!!!!!!!! New year! New chapters!!!

  • TMZ

    Really fascinated by your move to SoCal since I did the same from the southeast last fall. All the best in 2012!

    • Anonymous

      You too!

  • Amaris

    Thank you for writing so openly about the process of your transition to CA and what it continues to show you. I moved from a wonderful community in Arizona (a community as you describe in Nashville). Now, after three years of living in the southeast-which I have grown to love-I find myself a month away from moving again…to Arizona. People keep asking, “you’re moving back??” and I continue to respond…”No, I’m moving TO…” because I know the community and life I had then is not the same as it was, nor would I want it to be. Whether we define a move as a new season, an opportunity, a new chapter, etc…I know one thing to be true, community is a blessing along the way. We are meant to feel and experience community together in our best and in our worst. Continue to abide in Him, Lindsey. He is the protector of your heart as you give time toward many intentional moments there in CA 🙂 Thanks again! I’ll be referring to these posts often as I make this new journey.

    • Anonymous

      Thanks Amaris!

  • great post linds! i know it’s tough moving… wow, so much has changed!!! but i’m so freaking proud of you.  How did i ring in the new year? Half sick:) but relaxing.

    • Anonymous

      So much has changed. Glad we got to catch up this week. Miss you.

  • Your comments on the Church of No People caught my eye today.  As someone who has moved many times, I understand the journey of finding and creating a new community.  It is so easy to look back and compare to the old, or to long for the old, the familiar.  But, He brings so much of His heart right in front of my face when I create new relationships.  May He give you the strength to continue to put yourself out there.

    • Anonymous

      Thanks Keri. 

  • I love you and I miss you and I am so proud of you.

    • Anonymous

      I love you and I miss you and I can not wait til get to see each other again. 

  • I love you. So thankful for you.

    • Anonymous

      Right back at you!

  • Anonymous

    I’m so proud Pete and I made your photo gallery! 😉 Love you friend!

    • Anonymous

      Of course you made my photo gallery. Miss you tons!

  • Lindsey, your comments about the Nashville-to-Southern California transition and its challenges brought back memories of my own transition from America to Russia. After 3 months in my adopted country, I thought I’d made the biggest mistake of my life. I couldn’t see finishing out the one-year commitment. That happened in 1995. In December 2000, Ellen and I flew out of Moscow for the last time. I went from
    “This is my biggest mistake” to “I love this country and its people” in the intervening years. May God strengthen and guide you as you walk with Him in 2012.–Tom

    • Anonymous

      Thank you for the encouragement. I appreciate it.