Here I am.
Closing in on midnight on my third day here.
Adventure?
I would say not.
I feel sad, and I can't quite put my finger on it.
But nevertheless...
Here I am...on my Dad's old laptap.
Waiting for the approval to purchase a MacBook.
My Nylon, Bible and phone to my right.
And a pile of disgarded hoodies to my left.
I need to get settled.
I feel like a nesting mother.
Minus the mother bit.
Church is in the morrow.
Religion followed by fake smiles.
Whoo-pee.
I need to go check out the church in South Bend.
It's only been three days, and I already feel like I'm losing my salvation.
New school, new job, new life.
I think I might bring my dog up here.
To have some sense of security.
I feel worth in taking care of others.
Maybe that's a bad thing, but then again, maybe not.
I feel like I'm walking through market with wet noodles.
And I'm continually dropping them.
It's a very upsetting feeling.
But I can only trust in God.
That is the ONLY thing I can do right now.
Father, I pray that you would guide me in the direction that you want for me.
Not what I want for me.
I give up my life to you.
I am yours.
Love.