There are moments when I wish the world would just stop for me. Just stop, so when I came home, things would be as I remembered. Then there are other days when I know that people will have changed in different ways, or maybe it will feel as if they haven’t changed a bit. No matter what, I think of it now, and I know that when I come home I am bound to be frustrated. I am destined to have my heart broken, but that is the choice I have made. Europe has changed us all so much, whether we see it or not, and that is the scariest thing of all, that we simply go on with our lives and never see the difference in us from two and a half months ago until now. I don’t always know who I am anymore, but I have faith that God will give me guidance in my last weeks in Rome and upon my return. These last five are goign to fly, and there is so much to do, but this is what I have chosen, this is what I shall do, and I only intend to succeed.
I am praying for you … and if you choose, please pray for me to have faith. I am confident that the rest will follow in time.