Transition

I’m moving out of my apartment today. The only thing that really reminds you of moving into an apartment is moving out of one, so today I was reminded of the day when I moved my stuff in here, of how excited I was, how much laid before me. I could never have predicted the events of the last six months.

I’m going straight from moving out of my apartment to the airport, to join my family up north. We’re going to honor the memory of my grandmother, Edna Curtis, who passed away a couple of months ago. We’ll spend something like five days together as a family, and then I’ll fly back, leaving the rest of my family up there for three more days or so, and have one more week of school before finals.

I cannot express my feelings regarding the oncoming summer. There seems to be so much happening in people’s lives around me, so much promise and hope rising in the cumulation of this spring season. Hope in my own life, too, and I am eager to take part.

When I come back next week, I won’t have an apartment.

When I come back next week, it will be June. A new month.

“Therefore, if anyone is in Christ, he is a new creation; the old has gone, the new has come.” 2 Corinthians 5:17

I’ve wanted to believe for a long time that if I just worked hard enough, if I put enough spirit and effort into something, if I prayed and asked God’s blessing, and I were sensitive to whatsoever direction God might have for me, then anything would be possible. I think Jesus did too.

“Truly, I say to you, whoever says to this mountain, ‘Be taken up and thrown into the sea,’ and does not doubt in his heart, but believes that what he says will come to pass, it will be done for him.” Mark 11:23

I pray that if you are reading this, that you may take up the unlimited potential of new life in Christ, and the faith that can move the unmoveable.

Have faith; I too dream.