here, there and everywhere!
It's been almost a month since I last wrote. A month! My, time sure does fly! It's been a month of familiar faces and new friends, and I feel like I've barely been in Loughborough. I've traveled to London, to Nottingham, to Birmingham. And I'm preparing for more travel -- to America on September 30, and, praise God!, to Scotland in just three weeks. So, I basically will be spending no time in Loughborough in my remaining six weeks in England.
It's a weird and also surreal feeling, to think that in two months I won't be here anymore. Six weeks is not much, but I'm having trouble really believing that's all I have left here. Those days will fly, and then, so will I, all the way back to a country I was born in, but now has become strange and scary.
Sometimes I feel like a patient who has just been given weeks to live. Although I can't even begin to fathom how that really feels, in some ways I relate. What do you do when you're given a time limit and yet you have so much you need and want to do? I know how I want to spend these last six weeks, but I'm having a hard time actually doing it. Maybe because I still don't really believe that I'm leaving.
Recently, I've thought a lot about Jesus and his last days on earth before he ascended into heaven. I know he was ready to go and be with his Father again, but I also believe he deeply loved his family and friends here. He knew he had to go, He knew it was right to go, but it must have been hard for him to go. He knew he'd see these people again and be with them for always, but even a temporary separation causes heartache. I keep asking myself -- and God -- how do you do it? How did you live out your last days on earth? What was most important to you? What did you want to soak in? I want to be fully alive right now, but I just don't know where to start. I don't want to miss one thing, but I'm feeling so overwhelmed right now, I don't understand how to take it all in.
Please Father, help me to live, truly live right here and right now. Open my eyes, my ears and my heart to create memories that will stay with me forever. And open my hands when it's time to let go and time to fly away.
It's a weird and also surreal feeling, to think that in two months I won't be here anymore. Six weeks is not much, but I'm having trouble really believing that's all I have left here. Those days will fly, and then, so will I, all the way back to a country I was born in, but now has become strange and scary.
Sometimes I feel like a patient who has just been given weeks to live. Although I can't even begin to fathom how that really feels, in some ways I relate. What do you do when you're given a time limit and yet you have so much you need and want to do? I know how I want to spend these last six weeks, but I'm having a hard time actually doing it. Maybe because I still don't really believe that I'm leaving.
Recently, I've thought a lot about Jesus and his last days on earth before he ascended into heaven. I know he was ready to go and be with his Father again, but I also believe he deeply loved his family and friends here. He knew he had to go, He knew it was right to go, but it must have been hard for him to go. He knew he'd see these people again and be with them for always, but even a temporary separation causes heartache. I keep asking myself -- and God -- how do you do it? How did you live out your last days on earth? What was most important to you? What did you want to soak in? I want to be fully alive right now, but I just don't know where to start. I don't want to miss one thing, but I'm feeling so overwhelmed right now, I don't understand how to take it all in.
Please Father, help me to live, truly live right here and right now. Open my eyes, my ears and my heart to create memories that will stay with me forever. And open my hands when it's time to let go and time to fly away.
posted by Michelle @ 3:26 PM
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