I’m incredibly horrible at saying goodbye. When the moment to move forward comes, I have this lump in my throat, and it always seems like the tears are lurking somewhere behind my eyes. Today, I took one of my closest friends to the bus station for her to catch a bus back home. Yeah, I’m being vague with where the “home” is, because we’re all in such a transient phase of our lives that it’s difficult to tell where our homes actually are. It’s this interesting phase between officially still living with your parents, so their house is home, but you’re also done with college, so we’re now officially considered adults. Anyway, just before she left, we prayed. While I was busy committing this girl to God’s hands, she began to cry. It took everything in me to not cry as well. What use would it have been? I was trying to be strong, despite the very drastic change that will come from seeing each other daily for most of college, and now not knowing …
I don’t know what’s next, but whatever it is, I’m excited to walk in the rain with God. All I ask is for the grace and strength that I need. Pray with me, will you?
I once heard that when looking for a job, especially early on in your career, look for a great boss, and not a great position. I had a boss like that. Have you?
Hello there, it’s me again, and I’m telling you a little something about my internship and my plans for the nearest future! Enjoy!