It seems like ages have passed since I first posted on this blog. Time has certainly moved slowly, but nonetheless I find myself beginning to believe that I will soon step onto a plane and fly to the UK. The idea of me living and studying in Oxford still seems utterly ridiculous at times, but it's certainly becoming more real.
I've now said goodbye to many of the people and places that will haunt my thoughts while I'm away. There's a sense of relief in knowing that I wont be driving up Lookout Mountain again until the leaves are back on the trees and everyone returns to campus with renewed enthusiasm and tanned skin. The long, drawn-out goodbyes are finished, and now I can leave that old me behind and let new sights and experiences change me. I tremble with fear and excitement to see how these months will shape me. Only God knows what is in store.
I am fearful and weak. Every day I realize it more deeply and truly. But every day I realize the love and strength of God more as well. Despite all the things I have to leave behind, God is going with me. He is already there, preparing the people and places for me, and He is here, preparing me for the people and places.
Last night I looked at the syllabi for my first two classes at Oxford. A familiar sense of stress instantly descended, but I'm ready for it. I can't wait for the challenge. I can't wait to see how He will sustain me.
