I apologize for not writing. Quite frankly, I forgot I had a blog. I’ve been so busy, and the moments when I am not, I try to sleep. I got an e-mail from a dear friend requesting I post something. I felt a little guilty. So I apologize. I will try to be more persistant in this, I know you all want to know what’s going on in my life. And I’m grateful to have friends and family like you all to be interested in my life even when I am not around.
Well Fall is here. I have never experienced a true Fall, and I think it might be my new favorite season. I love the smell of the pines and the colors of the trees. I hope this is what Heaven looks like. Fall. I feel like I’ve been thrown into a Calvin and Hobbes comic strip. I feel very “kiddish” when I look at the beauty around. I want to take a day to just pick leaves. School has been good. However, I feel like I am living with no emotion. I think I like school, but I can’t tell. I think I like living here, but I don’t really know. I think I have good friends, but none that I feel close to. Things like that are in my mind. There is nothing bad about anything really, I am just waiting to feel God’s pleasure. I do however find extreme joy in one thing. Mentoring. I mentor a girl named Brianna, and she is my joy in the week. At times, I feel she is my closest friend because we really talk about life. She is equally as interested in me as I in her. I find her refreshing.
My friends at YFC are really the only people I have grown closer to. I don’t really know a whole lot of people at school, which may be part of the reason I feel disconnected there. But the Women’s Ministry house and the Men’s Ministry House for YFC get together almost every day (give or take) and we usually watch movies, go to the Library, the park, whatever. I like spending time with everyone, I really enjoy their company. I am the youngest of everyone here, and sometimes it is difficult. I feel undermined sometimes. I feel looked down upon sometimes, and I definitely don’t feel mature half the time. It is a strange transition from California, where I felt the exact opposite. It’s discouraging, but its humbling also.
Well thats a basic wrap. I’ll try writing more often, and I thank you all for caring so much about my life. I miss California and my friends and family there. But in seven weeks I will return for a month and a half. I rejoice in knowing I can see you all again. I look forward to your hugs.
Pray for me.
Under the Mercy
