I began my month of 5 goals today…read more about them here.

When I moved to Miami this summer, I started doing yoga at a studio that held all of its classes outside, in a breezy pavilion above a set of tennis courts. During the winter months, the nights can grow a little chilly, but when summer comes our class becomes an unintentional Bikram yoga experience. I’ve done my downward dogs and warriors while sudden rainstorms blow through, a fat yellow moon rises above the palm trees, and tiny little lizards dart across the ceiling.

I love it.

I’m thankful for this time outside, because each time I climb the stairs and roll my mat out on the cool tiles I’m reminded just how blest I am to live in this warm, tropical place. How grateful I feel that the Lord brought me here. Just last year I was practicing yoga in a small studio on a hilltop in Southern California, one year later I find myself all the way across the country.

These Monday nights are quiet, and during the silence of each session, my thoughts often drift to the wonder of where I am, the journey that brought me here. Who could have arranged such a change? Who could have worked this out for me, for my family? Who could have guessed that I’d live on both of our country’s coasts? Not me…only my God. As I watch the pieces of our life fall into place, He knew I’d be here all along and was way ahead of us, paving the way for us.