From One Adventure to the Next

It has been a long month. If I never have to live out of a suitcase again.. I would be so happy. That’s of course unrealistic because I will be staying in a hotel all next week. Ha it’s okay though, it’s all things I choose to do.

First off Minnesota was great. It was so nice to see my family and best friend Ally. It had been almost a year. Minnesota greeted me with 3 feet of snow and continued counting when I got there. It was a traditional Vigen Christmas, too many people, too much food, and enough drama to hold me over until next year. As much as I love my family I was relieved to head out to Colorado.

DCC was my first stop and it was as good as it is said to be. I got to see all my summer project friends and meet my directors for this upcoming semester. God realigned my heart for Disney and pointed me back to the place I’ve agreed to spend my semester.

Next stop on the adventure was Colorado Springs; a roadtrip with my closest friends. I couldn’t have asked for a better way to end my winter break. It was a good time to just chill out and spend some quality time with them.

I spent a few weeks in Manhattan spending some quality time with Isaac as well as my other friends. It was hard to be there once classes started and even harder to say goodbye. Luckily Isaac took me to my parents house in Iowa and spent the weekend with me. Although that didn’t make it any easier to say goodbye to him either.

Now I’m alone at my parents house, playing the waiting and praying game. Waiting and praying that I will reach full support. Waiting and praying that I will get the plane ticket I need. Waiting and praying that my new loan will go through. Waiting and praying that I will be able to pack everything I need. Waiting and praying about how God will use me in Orlando. Waiting and praying that I will make friends. Waiting and praying that I will allow Him to take care of everything I’m worried about.

Friday is the day I start my new adventure, I’m worried, but trying not to be. I’m a little uneasy about my support raising. My parents are still indifferent about the whole thing. And I already miss Manhattan. PRAYERS PLEASE.

Love from Iowa.