Today I walked alone with God around the empty city I fell in love with & have wanted to make home for five years now. A city where the kids roll their jeans up past their ankles & ride their bikes to the grocery stores & pay eight dollars for gourmet cookies. But for once in RVA, I felt lost. Confused. Alone. Two months. In two months, I plan on packing my stuff & hugging my friends goodbye & starting a new chapter one hundred and forty-seven miles away. For once, I felt terrified. Of new sights and unfamiliar faces and for starting over again. For once, I actually felt homesick for the fountain where I cleared my head and the trails I ran and for the local bars where I spent drunken nights with my brothers and friends. Things felt so final. Complete. Permanent. But I think about how much prayer and fasting and preparation went into this journey and how He promises to be with us wherever we go. Storm calmed, sails adjusted, mission continued.
"I am with you and will watch over you wherever you go." -- Genesis 28:15
"For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the LORD, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future." -- Jeremiah 29:11
