The past few days have been full of running, packing, and remembering, along with tons of forgetting. But. I am moved in. My teeny tiny dorm room is full, even though I sent some things back home with the parents. Most of my dishes, minus my coffee cups and a few pans are going back into the back of the closet, waiting for a bigger kitchen. Almost all of my sewing things, except my machine and very basic supplies are packed away. It's odd, not to have a pair of work boots or "farm jeans" or a shotgun, but I'll get used to it. It's all just stuff, and that I can live without.
Leaving the people behind is an entirely different matter.
Last weekend, my family threw me a surprise party, and over 100 people came to wish me well before I left.
There were some people there I may never see again, because of old age and cancer. In case you've never done it, saying goodbye to everyone you know and moving 3 hours away where you can count the people you know on one hand is hard.
Starting from scratch is also a grand adventure.
There are literally thousands of people in this big world to meet, things to do, places to go and wonders to experience. Even though I'm sad because of the people I've left behind, I'm excited about the marvelous plans God has in store for me. I'm sure there will be good times and bad, laughter and tears, joy and anger, but I'm trusting Him to get me through it.
I know that He's got the instructions, and that this is just another step in my journey to becoming His masterpiece, made from scratch.
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