Someday I'm gonna grab my guitar, harmonicas, ukulele, camera, and about 500 dollars and hit the road. Just to see what happens. This is my dream vacation.
Lately I've been trying to figure out a way to come back to Union. I keep telling myself that it's all in God's hands, but I'm not sure I truly believe it. I want to believe it, I know it's the right thing, the truth. To dispel doubts takes a lot. I feel guilty about the doubts I have sometimes. Everyday though, I get something that keeps shining light into the darkness. The support I get from my close friends and from the faculty is truly inspiring. God always comes through.
I guess the need for me to take that trip and the ultimate doubt disperser is the reason why I was an IRR major, with hopes to become a missionary doctor; or why I am now studying the ways of journalism. I hope that I can make myself see what is so obvious but I skip everyday: that God does come through, He's there always for me, even when I can't see Him. A missionary doctor travels to distant lands to heal people there. A journalist travels to distant lands to heal people back home. This society is so encroached in what's in front of my nose that we can't see past it, and it hurts. This is not healthy. I want to heal people, whether away or back home, but that is what I want to do. I feel God is behind this. So I know that He'll give me the right resources.
God always comes through.
2 comments:
Quizás sos vos el primero en la fila en busca de sanidad.
talvéz es por eso que la quiero dar tánto. . .
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