8 Days
So last night I got out my journal and wrote about everything that's been going on in my life lately (quite a lot, as it took up 7 1/2 pages). In the middle of writing, I decided to go back and look at past journal entries. So I randomly flipped pages until I came upon June 16 - the day after we arrived in America last summer. I read that entry. Then the one after that and I kept going until I had read every entry that I had written while in America. I found a rather unsettlling pattern. In each one, I mentioned how much I hated America and how much I wanted to go home. We were only there for 2 months.
In 8 days we go back. My life as I know it will end, and another part will begin. I'm leaving the only place I've ever called home and I'm wondering if I'll ever find another one.
In 8 days we go back. My life as I know it will end, and another part will begin. I'm leaving the only place I've ever called home and I'm wondering if I'll ever find another one.
posted by Shannon | 10:42 AM
3 Comments:
maybe that unsettling pattern should cue you in to what could be the real attitude. i know it's hard. trust me, i know, but having an "i hate america" attitude just makes things so much worse. that's why our last furlough was the furlough from hell. if i'd had a better attitude i would have had it so much better... just don't screw up the opportunity for good things to happen before you even get there...
I'll be praying for you Shannon... It was good to see you this past weekend.
Hok, um, I amde one today:
www.mannaforlunch.blogspot.com
yep,
Ben
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