I'm all moved in.
The Sabbath is but less than an hour old. In the quiet, I find the perfect opportunity to review my experiences from the last two weeks.
And anticipate the next 22.5.
This morning, my parents drove off to Manila at 9:00. That marked the beginning of the next 5 months of my life.
To be perfectly honest, I was scared.
And, of course, sad.
Some of that lingers still. But I knew the only unchanging, reliable source of peace and strength -- really, everything I need -- was God and His word. I praise Him for His unfailing love in speaking to me personally as I searched His word for comfort and direction.
I'm not alone.
Even though I lack the fellowship of like-minded young people and my immediate family, and I find my self in the midst of a new culture with different family and friends -- guess what overrides?
Love. God's love, that is.
God's love for me, and His fully satisfying care and presence.
God's love for others, which I pray will continually grow in my heart.
(I'm growing to love the depths of that word more and more. Pun intended.)
"Let us run with endurance the race that is set before us, looking unto Jesus, the author and finisher of our faith, who for the joy that was set before Him endured the cross..." Heb 12:2
To be continued...