I would write about opportunities to relax and spend time with girls that I barely know and yet feel so connected with.
If I had the words, I would wax poetic about my desire to be certain that I am not an emotional, verbal bulldozer.
It might be worth telling about some truth nuggets from class.
But it’s hard to be faithful to a blog no one reads. I’ve always had this vision in my head of a time when some of God’s people want to support me as a missionary. Then, because I was faithful with an online journal, they would have access to me and God’s work in me over the years. And I still have that dream.
I’m learning that breaks are okay if they have a purpose. I’m learning that patience and waiting does not always mean proactive pestering in the white noise. I’m learning that it’s okay to be ready for changes I’ve never even imagined being ready for until now.
Tanner is in Africa, practicing this whole missionary thing, and we couldn’t talk for a while. When we finally could talk, I informed him that he has ruined me. He cleans my car when it gets snow on it, he buys me snacks and coffee, he listens to me when I’m fragile and I cry. I’m spoiled and also happy and I miss him. And I’m thankful for him. And for some reason he loves me back and it blows my mind.
And if I were to write a blog, I would say that the future looks bright and hopeful and plain old full.
