I have finally found the time this week to sit on my bed, listen to the soft hum of my refrigerator, and contemplate how I can make my room any more organized than it already is....oh the joys of the weekend before classes start. This week has been a very busy week in the lives of many students starting back to school and registering for classes. I feel as though I have opened 100 new P.O. boxes just this week alone. I'm sure that is an exaggeration. Not to mention the plethora of new people I have met, and probably asked a few times for them to remind me of their names... hence the obsession with name tags around this place. Nonetheless, I am enjoying this time, breathing (always helpful) and meditating on the excitement that this week leaves behind and offers to the rest of my life.
In many of my blogs, you will find that I will refer back to my trip to Moldova. And this is why... Looking back on my trip, I now realize that a few things were taking root in my heart while I was there. One, my passion for working with victims of H.T. grew immensely out of visiting this place. Two, my interest in Romanian speaking people peaked while travelling to, within, and from Moldova. And three, relinquishing my plans for my future never felt more real and intense than when I was in Moldova. Now to explain this third root...
On my way to Moldova, I was still planning to attend Union University Fall 2010 to study Social Work. A few days after Erin and I arrived, we visited an internet cafe to catch up on networking. While we were there, I received a few emails that made me come to the conclusion that the Union plans I had, were beginning to crumble. After leaving the cafe, I remember us "taking a long route...aka getting turned around, in the community we were staying in. We had been walking for what seemed like forever, so we decided to take a break in a park, under a tree. As we were sitting there, uncertainty began to make its way into my heart. It was less than one month before I had planned to move to Tennessee....and my plans were falling apart. What a vulnerable place to be! Many thoughts went through my brain from should I just continue to go with my plans and move to Tennessee and take out loans? Or my personal favorite: "Maybe I should just send for my clothes and possessions and live in Moldova for the rest of my life and work at McDonald's or somewhere."After praying and maybe shedding a glass full of tears, Erin brought forth a statement her father always encouraged her with: "Do what you know to do until you know what to do."Hmmm...One word kept ringing in my ears and the same word spoke through Erins mouth- "Home"...What? Taking a year off of school and going back home? I am completely driven and feel like I HAVE to continue my education without stopping to take time for myself" were my thoughts when those words were spoken.... Vulnerability...this word brings out the craziest parts of a person. And yet, makes you a great candidate for being open to where the Lord wants to lead you...which is what definitely happened to me after my return to the states. I returned home and stayed there for that next year. And can I tell you that staying home for one year was perhaps the most beneficial thing I could have ever done. Truly, the Lord is in control and is sovereign over ALL circumstances...ALL things!
Of course, you will hear more about my time in Moldova, but for now, just know that there is a God..the ONLY God, who will take lead of your life and guide you along in THE most perfect of ways. Just be vulnerable. Lay your life before Him and ask Him to take it and do with it what He will.
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