I never in a million years planned to move to Ohio. I was content to be right where I was working to build my clientele and try to better my own life. Michigan was the place for me, and things were beginning to pick up at the studio.
I was missing my dad, and I decided to visit my parents in Cleveland. We were driving around the town of Hudson, and I distinctly heard God’s voice: “You need to move here.” Oh okay- let me get right on that.
Y’all, I wrestled with this. Like really wrestled with it…
First of all, moving to Ohio would mean moving back in with my parents. I hadn’t lived with my parents since I was 21. That would be a major adjustment for me, and I just wasn’t sure I wanted to do that again.
Then, there’s the fact that my parents have moved a lot recently. In the last several years, they’ve moved to Alabama, Virginia, Columbus, and now Cleveland. Like, what’s to stop them from moving again in another year or two? I really had to sit down and have a heart to heart with them. I didn’t want to uproot everything, just to be in the same situation a year from now if they decided to move.
Then, I started questioning, “God, was that really you? Did I really hear your voice calling me to this?”
And then, there was more questioning, “God, why would you lead me to move to a place where I know no one? I’ve worked so hard to build the clientele I have. Why would you ask me to move? That’s gonna be too hard. I’d be starting over completely in a place where I literally know no one except my parents. How could you want that for me? I thought you wanted me behind the chair here.”
But you know what? I think my biggest concern was leaving my clientele behind and giving up my dream I had in Michigan. I wanted my own studio badly. I built connections with my clients and most became friends. Who would do their hair if I wasn’t there? I didn’t want to disappoint them. I didn’t want to disappoint the girl who was so gracious to share her suite with me.
Y’all, I’m talking major wrestling, but I still felt like I was being led to Ohio. And then, it happened again. I was sitting in church that next weekend and heard God’s voice even more clearly: “Sacrifice what you have built, and I’ll show you what I can build.”
Well, dang. How can you argue with that?
So here I am in Ohio.