The past few weeks I keep having the "I feel like blogging" thought, and then as soon as I sit down, nothing comes to mind that I feel is worth writing about. But oh well, I'm writing this time anyway.
This past month has been pretty crazy for me. A lot of ups, a lot of downs, a lot of steady inbetweens. First the positives. I love the college life. Sleeping later, less time spent in classes, running your own life, running your own time. I feel a lot more freedom than I did at home. And you are LIVING with friends, so you're around people you like all the time. The community here is fantastic, you're pretty much never alone. Which can be a negative, but I'll choose to keep it as a positive for the sake of this blog. Because generally speaking, it is.
Negatives... for those who know me these are pretty well known. I miss home. I miss my church. I love change yet hate it at the same time. The family/home situation has become pretty apparent since I got here, and I feel like I've been challenged with a lot more of that. Which is horribly painful, anything but pleasant. Yet at the same time, it gives me a weird sense of hope, knowing I'm working these things out, and maybe, one day, they can be resolved. Crazy thought. But definitely makes me feel more optimistic.
I received a letter last week from my darling Ceri. I cannot get over how much that one page note meant to me. The moment I opened my mailbox and saw the stickers on the envelope, my heart jumped. I was beaming as I practically ran back to my dorm to tear the letter open and read what she wrote. Once I did read it, I cried some pretty unexpected tears. It amazes me how the love of someone you care about can touch your heart and change you. After that letter I realized how much Ceri, and my other girls, have helped change me for the better. For one, I am a much stronger individual. I am also a better leader [I kind of have an idea of what I'm doing now!] I also have gotten rid of a lot of bad habits and improved myself as a person. At first it was because I was now an example to people. It then was because not only was I an example, but I was someone they looked up to. And then it was not only for them, but it was for me, and for God. I just wanted to be the best person I could be. But it was those 7th, 8th, and 9th grade girls who ignited that fire in me.
And I don't know if Ceri reads these or not, but I am just going to put a thank you out there again, because I really couldn't say thank you enough. That letter meant so, so much to me. It touched my heart in a way I never guessed it would. I am so grateful for that symbol of your care and your love. That letter has become something extremely significant to me, just like you have over the past year and a half. I love you!
I feel like I now have a ton of topics to talk about, but I'm saving the next one for tomorrow [or should I say later today].
No comments:
Post a Comment