Last Tuesday, I got a call from my doctor back in New York. Over the past year and a half, we have been monitoring suspicious tissue on my cervix, and it's finally been determined that we need to do a good ol' scrape and test to figure out exactly what kind of alien business is happening on my insides. That means I'm missing the last three weeks of my third semester at Bible school. That means I need to start packing. That means I need to figure out travel plans. That means I can't actually plan too much, either.
On one hand, I'm nervous. The last time I went through any serious medical decision, I was young enough for my parents to talk it over with my doctor while I checked out mentally. There is a huge part of me that wants my mom to do that for me still, but she can't.
On another hand, I remember how Danny encouraged me when I visited MTC earlier this year. He encouraged me that this is clearly God's best for me within His plan. Maybe this is the moment where I get to build relationships with a church back in New York. Maybe this is time and space necessary to prepare me for a particular ministry, or maybe there is a ministry waiting for me back home that wouldn't be my first choice, but it is God's.
On a third hand, I've grown so used to the community here in Wisconsin, I'm a little afraid of the quiet backside of Summit, where I have all the time in the world to think and stew on life. But it's also time to meditate on my God and how truly amazing He is.
The good news is that EBI is letting me finish my semester online, so I can keep on track to graduate in December. So I'm just gonna drink my basic oat milk latte with Tanner and Wesley. I'm going to play cards with Travis and Emmie. I'm going to walk and pray with Jo and Lydia. I'm going to chill with Martha. I'm going to talk wedding business with Bek. I'm going to get dinner with Vick and Gaby. And in two weeks I'm going to pack my car. And it's going to be okay in the end, whatever the end is.
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