Love

I keep being reminded this semester of how blessed I am with the friendships that I have made so far here this semester. A lot of the people that I spend time with nowI knew very little, if at all, these past three years. Even so, I have been welcomed in with no questions and open arms. It feels as if I have known the women that I am living with for far longer than a month's time. I have had some of the best conversations in my entire Biola career since I have been back. Conversations about everything under the sun - some things casual and fun, other things much more serious and life-transforming. I feel as if I am learning more of who I am now, or, at least finally being able to verbalize who I am and be comfortable with me. I am in transition, but the really good kind - if that makes sense. Daily, I find myself challenged to learn more academically, spiritually, and relationally. It's not that constant learning that makes my head pound and frustration rise, however. Instead, it's that learning that makes me even more excited for the next day, even if when my alarm goes off I am still wishing I could sleep more.

Love. That's the word that keeps circling in my head. It's not the head-over-heels love related to any guy (sorry to disappoint any of you, haha), it's that LOVE that is so deep it changes lives. It's the concept of LOVE so transforming that no matter what I do, I want to love people more and learn to love them better however I can. I'm finally being poured into and finally find it so easy to pour out into the lives of others. I was so tired, so drained, and so frustrated toward the end of last year. Now I see that it was because I wasn't getting poured into enough, I was simply spreading myself thinner and thinner until I couldn't do it anymore. I'm not at that place any longer and it's beautiful.

That's all.