There are times when I get so caught up in what I want, what I think is the next step... I forget that the rest and the process is part of God’s plan.

Our new state is awesome. We have lived in many states, and we have passed through even more... yet Colorado my be my new favorite. Everywhere we turn, God’s wonders catch my breath. The rolling fields of wheat and corn. The animals that graze, grow and birth all in the same acreage. The plains that gently slope so that you can’t see over the next one. Facing one way, you get the calm, sturdy push that each day is another day towards the next season. The farmers, the dairy farmers, and the people who live off the land and race against that burning clock.

The other direction brings cities that stretch as far as the eye can see but standing, oh so tall above them, is the Rocky Mountains. The hustle and bustle of one direction is far different than that of the other. In the valleys below those majestic mountains lie every store selling every good and service you can imagine.

Vegan? Got you covered. Pescatarian? Not a problem at all. Liberal? Have a seat. Personally being gluten-free for the past 10 years has found me with a new goal. I’m eating my way through the entire downtown area under those Rockies. Date night found us at Jax and they has so many GF dishes, I could cry. I had the mussels to start, followed by the shrimp and grits then the truffle fries and finally a flourless cake. It’s far to say, that my better half rolled me out of that establishment and into the car. We will be going back. Fact.

Each little town and city is connected by the farm roads. Those two-ways roads where the speed limit is 55 and all the corners have signs that broadcast “Trucks entering road.” You can move from one little town to the next in nine minutes... unless you drive like a granny.

As I’ve settled into our new place (we’ve been here officially a month now), I’m learning where all the good stuff is. I’ve also learned that just because I can go to 47 stores and buy stuff, doesn’t mean I need to. Living in the wilds of North Dakota where things weren’t so available has helped me to really separate what is a need from what is a want.

So I set up our new house and I have ignored the little pokes... “we need new stuff,” “lets see what’s on sale,” “oh look Hobby Lobby,” and instead focused on the really important things. Getting us settled into our community where we can make a difference. That part is still evolving but I’ll keep you up to date.

The job hunt has been the biggest little minion on my shoulder. Yes, I just left an amazing day job and yes, I should be actively hunting for the next one. But I’m not. I look every couple days and I apply for the ones that spark an interest in my heart. I’ve been on an interview in which thankfully the Lord made VERY CLEAR that job wasn’t for me.

I’ve come to realize through some mentors who have spoken into my heart and readings in the Bible that I may be in a given time of rest. Philippians 4 tells us ”Do not be anxious about anything but in every situation by prayer and petition, with thanksgiving, present your requests to God. And the peace of God, which transcends all understanding, will guard your hearts and minds in Jesus Christ.”
The Father has given me a period of rest. Rest in which to settle my family, attend to all the needs of a relocation, and to center myself into our new community. He knows my heart and he knows my desire to serve. I will have faith in him that once my time of rest is over, the right job will come along.

The job that allows me to benefit my family and serve them first. A time to rest.

— Kalynn Brazeal is a conservative, Christian wife/mom/country girl carrying around an MBA, several decades of business experience and a strong opinion. Now living in the remoteness of North Dakota, she continues to share her column on life, liberty, the pursuit of happiness and cake. She can be reached by email at