Well, by this time tomorrow, I'll be on an airplane leaving behind my home for the first time without my family. The reality of this is still beyond unreal to me, and I find myself shaking my head, wondering "Really? Am I actually doing that? There's no way. It's physically impossible."
But the best part is, it's not impossible.Though there's no way I could do this on my own, God's got this entire thing, and it's going to be life changing. Words of doubt have tried to weave into my mind today, spelling out all the possibilities of how things could go wrong, but still, though I trembled inside, I looked to God, calling out to Him to make this happen. And I have complete trust that He will.
I am meant to go to England, and so I will. Any other argument is invalid. So how beautiful is that? Even if I get on the wrong plane, miss my train or get attacked by a rabid flock of crows, I am still going to make it to England, and to the school.
And then the adventure will truly begin, and won't that be simply the best?
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