You know, time is moving too quickly. I now understand how people who have become attached to a place feel when they have to leave. Although the time does feel just about right (though abridged), I have grown attached to my new home. I suppose that in a way, it kills me every time people tell me that they don't want me to leave and stuff... I've been shown a remarkable amount of love and hospitality here from family members and friends I have made here. Do I deserve any of it? not by any means. But if I was to conjure up a hypothesis to why I was so blessed while doing and quite frankly, loving so little.... I would say that this was a drawn out 8 month lesson on how to love people more... and being someone that does it, and not only says it. even if I am only able to love those around me... .001% more than 8 months ago.. that is .001% in the right path. I'm sure Christ's disciple would have laughed in the inside while enjoying their kosher locust whopper value meal.... when hearing that faith the size of a mustard seed could move mountains. But as we see now, (hopefully) you, and I are products of Jesus and twelve followers. It seems that mountains have moved. I suppose that it is my hope that God can use even this .001% more of Christ's love that I have been freely given, to continue to move mountains.. because until the day comes... i guess our job here is not done. gots to love myself less... and those I'd love to detest, much more. |