I'm in the last days of my stay in Italy. Just 11 days left. I can't believe it went so fast, and nothing can calculate how truly amazing this experience has been. At the two-month-mark, I felt an unfamiliar, unsettling dread that only two months remained, and that was quite the struggle. Now, I feel a healthy pull towards home. No, I don't want to leave. If I can, I'm coming back. But I can firmly say that on the day that I take my bags and get on that plane, it will have been the best it could have and should have been.
All things outside of my control, I give to my Father. Uncertainty is faith. Not knowing, I will only trust.
hey you!
ReplyDeleteI will keep your grandpa in my prayers, i know how special granpas are!
I really liked what you wrote about leaving!
keep on carving my dear! i am really excited to see your finished piece! and I am very glad that I got to know you here and have another year to continue getting to know you!
love you snenno!