Packing

          This morning I dozed in and out of sleep as my roommate packed for her Easter weekend. She hopped on me an hour later and announced it was time to start my day. I got up got dressed walked back into my room and realized “I need to start packing”. Out of all the moments in the past year this was the one I hadn’t given a lot of thought to, In my own way I wanted to deny this moment’s existence. I never wanted to think about leaving my freshman year of college….how do you end possibly the best year of your life? How do you say goodbye to the girls you’ve literally LIVED with for the past nine months? This summer is going to be something else I tell you. I’m really praying I get a job, but even more so I’m praying that everything works out and that by the end of the summer I can come back to my dearest Judson and start my Jun/Soph. year. I don’t even know where I’m going to start when it comes to packing. Which memory do I box first? The moment I met the girls that I now call my “kids”? The first time I realized that I was loved by them? The first time I cried because I missed my soul mate or the moment I realized I wouldn’t see him all summer? Is it the moment I saw my mom for the amazing human she is, or the moment I choose to let go of the things holding me back from my dream? I think it’s a good thing there’s no one is my room right now, it gives me time to slowly go over the past year, to go through whatever emotion happens and praise God that these moments even happened. If this is only the beginning, then I am truly blessed.

I had a moment (well actually it was 2 hours) that I got to talk to a dear friend and fellow blogger and we put our hearts for the other to see. We discovered that we were not too far from each other when it came to situations in life. God had been planning this moment for a long time, you can tell by the things we talked about that it was meant to happen. One of the things we talked about was Love. I needed that more than anything else and she presented me with a thought I hadn’t had to gall to think. We talked about God’s glory and our search for our purposes. In the end we had successfully procrastinated our English and math studying time and neither of us felt guilty for it.

If you’ll excuse me I have some packing to do and some memories to go through then I’m heading home for Easter weekend. He is risen!