April and May update
I didn’t post an update at the end of April- I think that has been the most stressful period of my entire year. Finals almost killed me, but more so, I had a very emotionally turbulent semester. But thanks be to God, he literally reached out into my very dark hole and pulled me out.
Today, I want to write about one very special week in the month of May- and that pretty much was the highlight of my entire month.
I worked in school for three weeks after finals. I got some money to buy work clothes for my internship, and to travel down here and settle in. I’m grateful to God for that- for the opportunity to work and basically fend for myself. God has done great things, so we bless His holy name! But today, I want to talk about two of the things I find most important and fascinating- home and love.
I was privileged to spend the last week of May with some of my best friends. But I realise I was very quiet all through the week because I was anxious and worried about moving to a new city for the summer and working in a huge organisation. Would I reach the expectations? Would the commute to work be stressful? How would I manage with cooking my own food? Would I be able to make a sensible budget? Lol! Let’s just say God took care of every single thing. And He’s still working!
Anyway, that week, in the company of my those who have known me for the past ten years, I felt most at home. This is my personal blog, and I don’t want to mention any names without asking people, so I won’t say who it was I stayed with.
But the love amongst us was palpable. I remember on the Thursday while I was there, I asked that we pray together. I read from my Open Heavens devotional, and afterwards, we mentioned our prayer requests and spent time praying for each other. I hold on to the prayers my friend made for me. Because I know those are some of the people who know me best, and still love me the most. There’s something about family and very dear friends praying for you that makes such a huge difference!
On my second night there, we were all hanging out in the sitting room, and “talking about life”- our dreams and ambitions. And I suddenly became very quiet. I was processing my thoughts in my mind. One person asked if I was okay, and why I had gone quiet. Another friend helped me understand what I had been grappling with for a while now- that I am sensitive, and I just need some time to take everything in, before I respond. It’s a struggle for me to remain on the same wavelength throughout the course of a day. I will make noise with my friends, hang out, sing and shout, but I have to give myself some time to recuperate. Or just sit still. I always thought this was incredibly weird, but it’s just how I function. That’s why I write, I need to process everything in my mind. And that’s why I hold on to God so tightly, I think too much, so I just need to know that someone bigger and better than me, has my back!
Home is where your heart is, home is where those you love, and who love you the most, are.
I really enjoyed being with my friends, and I also realized that I have the innate desire to “take care of those I love”. Because I love them. And taking care of people is my purpose.
When I finally moved to my internship city, I almost cried over the phone when I called to let them know I had arrived safely. A lot of things make me cry easily, but I just wasn’t ready that day. I held my breath till I arrived home, and when I did, the anticlimax was me talking with my friends and almost crying over the phone. Lol.
I’ll try to post a lot more often, I just get lazy these days. Also, I need a vacation, or a boyfriend to take me on a vacation. Please, all na jokes. I can sleep and vacation with Jesus in my dreams 😀 (Maybe not really, but that thought sounded really funny in my mind).
Image from here.