Plane Ride.
I’ve always wanted to whip out a nice looking laptop and start typing away on the plane. Here I am, laptop in front, Tobi residing in the side pocket, airplane blanket on my lap.
It’s hard to imagine that I’m off to begin a new adventure, finally. The several weeks of packing and unpacking at home have left me anxious, with emotions from all ends of the extreme. One day I was scared. Another I was eager. The third I was hopeful. With little sleep and plenty of backaches, I finally have the chance to really reflect and look inside my world and see what I’ve been experiencing.
Time. If only I can ask God for more time, I would pay my whole life savings for it. The last week, I’ve found myself so incredibly busy that I had very little time to get in touch with people I had wanted to before I left. I wanted to call. I wanted to write. I hope all my friends will understand and let me slide just once. No negligence again, I promise. (And I don’t make promises often!) He was definitely testing my patience, which I think I have too little of. Without my girlfriends, I would have found myself up a creek without a paddle. Though I may come across as someone who runs like a “tomboy,” if you take a glimpse of my packing, you’d realize that I am truly, sincerely, without a speck of doubt, really I am a girl. Look at my luggages and you’ll find the word: overpacked.
My world will change. I wonder just how. I’m excited. Unfortunately, it is inevitable that I will be humbled in this new world, that I will be tested in academics and in faith, that I will be toughened by experiences of independence and growth. This new chapter will also bring a little more permanence in my life; I hope to learn as much as I contribute into this new community. Although I never expected to spend so much time on the east coast, maybe this chapter will also test the durability and longevity of friendships and relationships back at home. Will they pass? Will I pass? It is uncertainty that excites me even during the moments of stress. Am I scared? He will protect, right?
I used to pride myself with a great memory. With all that has happened within the past year, the previous ones will find themselves left in my back burner. Within a year, I have loved, feared, worried, and “whined.” And somehow, even though so many things have left such great impressions on my mind and I have at one time held on to every speck so tightly, I think I have found peace in my heart---allowing the sand (all that should be there) to simply sit on my palm. There is just some sort of contentment and fulfillment that seems to satisfy my yearning desires now; I daresay much resides from knowing Him. Don’t get me wrong, I still find myself somewhat fidgety when things get rough, but it’s the drama that adds flair to life. I expect to see myself finding a calmer attitude in approaching new things in life, reacting with less impulse but more conviction, taking control of each situation with forethought, and most importantly, responding without regrets but a true heart. Mistakes I have made, but forgiven He has been. My cries and questions will continue while His answers await. Let’s begin, shall we?
I’ve always wanted to whip out a nice looking laptop and start typing away on the plane. Here I am, laptop in front, Tobi residing in the side pocket, airplane blanket on my lap.
It’s hard to imagine that I’m off to begin a new adventure, finally. The several weeks of packing and unpacking at home have left me anxious, with emotions from all ends of the extreme. One day I was scared. Another I was eager. The third I was hopeful. With little sleep and plenty of backaches, I finally have the chance to really reflect and look inside my world and see what I’ve been experiencing.
Time. If only I can ask God for more time, I would pay my whole life savings for it. The last week, I’ve found myself so incredibly busy that I had very little time to get in touch with people I had wanted to before I left. I wanted to call. I wanted to write. I hope all my friends will understand and let me slide just once. No negligence again, I promise. (And I don’t make promises often!) He was definitely testing my patience, which I think I have too little of. Without my girlfriends, I would have found myself up a creek without a paddle. Though I may come across as someone who runs like a “tomboy,” if you take a glimpse of my packing, you’d realize that I am truly, sincerely, without a speck of doubt, really I am a girl. Look at my luggages and you’ll find the word: overpacked.
My world will change. I wonder just how. I’m excited. Unfortunately, it is inevitable that I will be humbled in this new world, that I will be tested in academics and in faith, that I will be toughened by experiences of independence and growth. This new chapter will also bring a little more permanence in my life; I hope to learn as much as I contribute into this new community. Although I never expected to spend so much time on the east coast, maybe this chapter will also test the durability and longevity of friendships and relationships back at home. Will they pass? Will I pass? It is uncertainty that excites me even during the moments of stress. Am I scared? He will protect, right?
I used to pride myself with a great memory. With all that has happened within the past year, the previous ones will find themselves left in my back burner. Within a year, I have loved, feared, worried, and “whined.” And somehow, even though so many things have left such great impressions on my mind and I have at one time held on to every speck so tightly, I think I have found peace in my heart---allowing the sand (all that should be there) to simply sit on my palm. There is just some sort of contentment and fulfillment that seems to satisfy my yearning desires now; I daresay much resides from knowing Him. Don’t get me wrong, I still find myself somewhat fidgety when things get rough, but it’s the drama that adds flair to life. I expect to see myself finding a calmer attitude in approaching new things in life, reacting with less impulse but more conviction, taking control of each situation with forethought, and most importantly, responding without regrets but a true heart. Mistakes I have made, but forgiven He has been. My cries and questions will continue while His answers await. Let’s begin, shall we?
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