“But the Lord is faithful. He will establish you and guard you against the evil one. “
2 Thessalonians 3:3
Its hard to believe its been over two weeks since I arrive here in Kona. I’m not going to tell you that every moment has been perfect. Like any week, there has been ups and downs.
I have a peace being here because I know that this is exactly where God wants me to be. I have had tears these last few days because I know these six months aren’t going to be easy.
I sit on the beach, the sun kissing my pale skin. I listen to the waves lapping up upon the dark grey sand, coming in and out like someones breath. Suddenly tears well up in my eyes as I go back to a different day in my mind. The day was the last day of this past March . At this time I was sinking in a deep depression. Every little thing took effort; tears were many, smiles were few. My sisters and dad had planned a trip to the beach with some friends at the end of spring break, and almost reluctantly I decided to go with them. My dad was thrilled, since I hadn’t been doing much of anything other than sleeping and crying. I was exhausted the entire trip to the beach. I slept most of the way there and back in the car, and just lay on the beach most of the time we were there. I watched my sisters have a grand time with their friends, and I cried because I wished I could find that happiness to be like them. Tears trickle down my face as I come back to reality. I am just starting to realize what I have got myself in to. This is not simply a vacation or camp. I have a long road ahead of me, I am far away from anything I have ever called home and I won’t be going home any time soon. I am scared and overwhelmed.
I has been almost a week since my tears on the beach. I have come a long way this week. The lecture topic for the week was the Father heart of God. Early on in the week we were told to ask God which of his characteristics he wanted us to focus on. Almost immediately God put on my heart how he is faithful. He is the same day after day, always loving and pursuing me, even when I don’t feel it. As alone as I might feel, he is with me, holding my hand. This has been a comfort to me this week. I know God doesn’t promise that life with him will be easy. On the contrary, he acknowledges that there will be struggles. But he promises to be with me always. There have been many tears this week, but I think that’s OK. I have a lot to adjust to but I have a faithful God to help me.