For the next few weeks I will be essentially homeless. Not to be dramatic, of course. It's more of a state of mind than it is a true fact for me. We are supposed to be gone from the dorm, but we are not yet able to move into our apartment. Next Sunday we are up and going to Italy with our choir (which is going to be incredible, by the way), and during that time our things will be staying in limbo-land here in Nashville.
I'm praying for grace and peace as we go about traveling, being tired and moving cross-country/cross-world for the next few weeks. These last few days of hanging around before the excitement starts just make me angsty, and most of all I think I'll need grace from my roommates for the next few days as we try to set life back into motion and letting it sweep us across the states and across the world.
It has been a great year. Leaps and bounds better than that horrible entity that is the freshman year of college. I am excited for what the summer holds. I am absolutely determined to breathe new life into the home that I associate with spiritual complacency and dead-end work. I had a lady that I barely knew pray for me at church this morning with such earnestness and sincere revelation. She encouraged me to make my summer fruitful without ever actually telling me to, and prayed exactly what needed to be lifted up to God without knowing a single thing about my life or my story.
I am ready to surrender, fully trusting that God will anoint every situation, conversation and conflict that comes my way this summer. But I also think I might not be at all ready for what He has in store. Either way, bring it on.
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