I am a shy and anxious girl that is about to go to Spain. I have never been one to do things like this. My type of personality is living in the regular, in order and consistency. In high school, throwing my high-strung disposition into another country would cause a mess of anxiety. Yet, there is a peace in my heart. I am not afraid.
How is that? I'm shy; I can barely speak confidently in my mother tongue to someone I'm just meeting; how am I supposed to speak a foreign language with foreign individuals? I'm used to being surrounded by my best friends every single day. I'm used to living in America. But I'm not afraid. How is that?
The LORD.
I've just had this sense of security, and I know in a profound way that the Lord is taking care of me. Even when things sink in, when it all becomes real. What is there really to fear?
I love Minnesota. I am reminded of this as I walk by the lake back to my dorms, seeing the swirling bright colors of the sky reflected in the glass-like lake, silhouetted by blooming trees. My home is beautiful. But there's just this desire for adventure in my heart. It's an unrecognizable desire: a craving for being away from the familiar and clinging onto God in a new situation.
I am so content here. I sincerely have such an excitement for the simple beauties in my current point in life. But this quiet heart is yearning for the adventure that lies waiting in my future.
