Once a Warrior, Always a Warrior

Well, I am halfway done with the college application process. I have a few remarks to say about those...for all of you who have not yet begun your college application process, as convenient as the Common Application sounds, do not be deceived my friends. When you fill in the last blank and sigh as you click the 'next' button in confidence and relief, you will find this so called "supplement". The Common App is both deceiving and malicious. You will find yourself filling out other seemingly worthless questions in this said supplement. You sure got me, Common App. Excellent joke - you must have oodles of friends.

However, on a much more sentimental note, my senior year has been whisked away faster than a mere blink of an eye, cliche as it sounds. My freshman year, my dear friend and I used to joke about how our senior year would be filled with so many 'lasts'. And how we would cry; no, weep, at these lasts. Well, I now look back at that sick joke and realize just how true it is. My last homecoming week, my last homecoming dance, my last homecoming dance drama, my last powderpuff game, my last first Wednesday of the month of October...you get the picture. But one such last I want to talk about for a short minute is my last football game.

Much to the team's dismay, two of the starters were injured at the beginning of the season and our team took a large hit (actually many) as a result. It was not the football season many of us expected, but looking back, I wouldn't have traded one minute of it. My cheerleaders are some of the sweetest, funniest, and best girls I know. We have grown closer as a team then any of the teams since my freshman year. Being a co-captain was such a blessing and I loved getting to see all the girls grow this year. At the last football game on October 29 at Northeast Academy, I had a very significant last. Going into the game, I was so excited and didn't think much of the 'last game' concept, but as the night grew, it started hitting me. My last first quarter, second and third, and finally fourth quarter. In that game, we cheered with the 'old motions', which were absolutely absurd. But for those last few minutes, repressed memories began to flood me. I knew it wouldn't be this way ever again. I was about to close a chapter in my life. And as I cheered for the final touchdown, a stream of emotions filled me. However, I had not cried. The clock struck 0:32, Amanda and I looked at each other, and called our final cheer; the one we close with every game. Through stomps and screams, we yelled 'you may be rough, you may be tough, but you don't have that warrior stuff' 3 more times. On the last time through, my eyes filled with tears. I struggled to get through the last few words, finished, and cheered my departing motions. I looked to my left to see Sloane crying also, and suddenly a felt less awkward. I looked to my right only to see a lake had formed by Amanda's tears. All of the cheerleaders assembled and silently walked over to the huddle for the last time. The last time we would surround them, the last time I would hear Coach Sutton's extraordinarily inspiring speeches. "Once a warrior, always a warrior" were the words that resounded through the huddle. The only thing keeping me from losing it was looking over and seeing Amanda's broken tear ducts supplying enough tears for all of us. After our final huddle, we left. So where did the time go? Wasn't it just last week, we made our first banner of senior year, were struggling to remember all the cheers, and sweating through our uniforms? Wasn't it just the beginning of fall? Oh, how I wish time would slow down, just for a minute.

And I go back to watchin' summer fade to fall
Growin' up too fast and I do recall
Wishin' time would stop right in its tracks

Seemingly Invincible

I must say it is an absurd, embarrassing state that I have not blogged in such a long time. I feel as if I have lost my touch for writing. And although I am in the midst of studying and completing the last of my college applications, I feel as if I must say one short thing. I am sitting here, listening to Owl City's version of In Christ Alone. A little side note, Owl City is my favorite, band/group/whatever they might be considered, and In Christ Alone is my favorite song. I always tell my mom that if I die early, I want that song to be played at my funeral. As morbid as that sounds, it is the absolute truth. It came out in their blog last night http://owlcityblog.com/2010/10/25/my-hope-is-found/ and I have been replaying it countless times, it's borderline shameful, but I'm a sucker for this song. This song makes me feel invincible. It takes me to a place where I feel no hurt, no pain - almost the equivalent to the days of childhood. Except instead of childhood innocence towards violence, suffering and pain, I know those things but more than that, I know my Jesus. I know that He has conquered those things and in Him, my hope, my life, my all is found in Him. It is a truly incomprehensible concept. And as I am sitting here listening nothing but the click of my keyboard, the light putter of the rain, and the voice of Adam Young, I am enthralled by God's beauty and love.

In Christ ALONE...

The Colors of the Morning are Inside Your Eyes, You're Beautiful

As I sit on the porch overlooking the beach, I find it almost humorous that I was 14,000 feet higher up two days ago. For those of you that don't know, for the past 8 days I have been in Wyoming backpacking with a group called Life of Adventure with 40 other people. Calling it an adventure would be an understatement. If only I knew what to say and where to begin; however, I will do my best.

We had to drive 6 hours from Salt Lake City where we all flew in to our first campsite. There was a small shower as we were driving in, but as we got closer, there was a double rainbow overshadowing the Elk Refuge. (the ironic thing was no one saw one elk...) I believe that rainbows are quite possibly the most beautiful and mysterious phenomenon. When we arrived at the campsite, there was a cloud that looked as if God was very gently blowing the corners of it.

There was also a beautiful sight once we got to the campground. Our tents faced the Tetons; the sun was setting and the clouds and mountain were both silhouetted and there was a small sliver of sunset between the cloud and the mountain. The next day, we took a hike around Jenny Lake. It was a beautiful 6-mile hike and half way through we stopped at a waterfall. There was a rock bed we all spread out on and were able to eat lunch and spend time alone with God.

After that we continued hiking around the lake. It was a successful trip except when I fell while crossing the river. Thankfully, there was no permanent damage done. The next two days, we ventured into the little town of Jackson Hole. It was such a cute little town with a park in the center. We spent two days in that town, the first we were able to have a 'free' day and just go around town. It was that day that, much to my dismay, dislocated and jammed my left pinkie finger. I was participating in an intense game of Ninja and my friend accidentally missed my wrist and hit the exact wrong place on my finger and jammed it; however, I did not feel it at the current time because I was giving 110% to the task at hand and in the zone. I am now suffering the consequences. The second day in Jackson Hole we went around evangelizing to people in the parks. My heart was very much burdened for the people in Jackson, many of them view nature as their god. It was so encouraging though, because one girl we talked to said, "I just don't know how you can't look around at the mountains and the beauty and not know there's a God." I found that very true throughout the entire week, the beauty of God was taken to a whole new level in my mind. After the two days in Jackson Hole, we went to another campground and were able to shower for the first time in 4 days. It was a wonderful experience. Below is a picture of me and my tent-mates before our shower. These are three absolutely wonderful girls - known as the "tenties". It originated from the term roomies but since we were staying in rooms not tents, tenties formed from it, and it stuck. So below are the tenties (from left to right) Me, Teigan Mitcham, Macey Simms, and Emma Smiley. As you can see, showers were much needed.

While we were on one of our day hikes, I collected a bouquet of flowers from the trail. Once we got back to our original location, I began to pass it around. It quickly received the name "The Love" and the love was passed around from person to person. I was in one of the all guys vans (because my plane landed late and they stuck me in the only open seat) and so I began passing it around the van. They then stuck it under the windshield wipers and it stayed there for the rest of the week. I loved my van - they were so wonderful...most of the time.

We went to a lake the day after Jackson Hole that had a large rock in the middle of it we could jump off of. The only catch was we had to swim out to the middle and the water was in the negatives. However, most of us withstood the cold and swam out to the rock. After all, our bodies got numb after a short while in the water. That lake brings back bittersweet memories though because it was that day that my camera broke. I did not do anything to cause the break, it just decided to stop working. So for the rest of the week, I had no pictures of my own. Therefore none of the pictures after this one are my own.

After two days in the second campground, we went to the back country. It was a 6 mile hike up about 11,000 ft and once we got there, we set our tents on a large rock bed. Our second day in the back country, we took a 9 mile day hike up to the Grand - the largest peak of the Tetons. It was quite possibly the most difficult physical activity I have ever done in my life. There were many times on the hike up I wanted to turn around. However, Sonya, the leader my friends and I were walking with said that the hike was much like our walk with God. We don't always know where He's taking us and sometimes it's so difficult, but the view is worth it. And anything in life that's worth it is going to take fighting for and hard work, but that's why it's worth it. She could not have been more true. Once we got to the top, the view was indescribable and pictures could not capture it. There was a lake with ice cubes, and mountains and valleys all around. There was snow and rock and grass and flowers. Everything. It was absolutely breathtaking.

After we finished taking in The Grand, we hiked back down to camp. We stopped midway at a lake because one of the guys was baptized by our leader, Jeremy Absher. It was a beautiful image to see and just showed God's indescribable beauty.

That night, most of us slept outside. I got sleep in between Teigan and Rey - one of the college sumer project leaders. I got to hear both of their testimonies, and let me just say they both have absolutely beautiful hearts and I am truly blessed to have gotten to know them. They are both wonderful people and make me laugh and are such solid believers. They're great. Sleeping under the stars reminded me so much of Kenya which was such a surreal feeling. I loved it, it was such natural beauty and it felt as if there was nothing between me and God. The next day, we hiked 6 miles back to the base. I hiked in my Chacos on the way down which left quite an interesting "tan" line.

That night, we stayed at a KOA (a not-really campground) and got to shower which was simply divine. Many of us got no sleep that night. My small group went out to Denny's and recapped the week until 3AM then came back and shared our last few hours together with everyone. I managed to get one hour of sleep, then woke up at 6AM to leave and catch my flight.

God taught me so much about Himself but the main thing I took away was His truth. I saw His truth displayed through the beauty of His creation, but it was also a central point talked about throughout the week. One of the main ideas we talked about was the lies we, personally, believe. I had never really thought about my one central lie, but on the trip I realized it. One night, Jeremy was praying and he said "may truth pour over our lies". That is something I am praying for, that God would pour truth into my life. On the hike down from the back country, we were told to walk in silence and reflect on the week and what God had taught us. For some reason, God kept bringing the verse from Amazing Grace that goes, "the Lord has promised good to me". That goes along with my lie, that God is going to bring GOOD to me, because He loves me. We can't realize the power of the cross until we realize the weight of our sins. God's love was shown to me in a new way. It was such an incredible experience, one I will never forget and I am so thankful God gave me eyes to see his beauty.

Love Still Believes When You Don’t

(I stole this picture from a good friend, Holly Kane. Thanks Holly!)

When they say summer goes fast, it's an absurd understatement. After Getaway, I did the unthinkable and went up to the north, to Pittsburgh, to do a mini internship with Silver Ring Thing. The people up there are some of my best friends - they bring out the best in me and make me a better person. They teach me to love, to be patient and so many other attributes. I am seriously so blessed and don't know what I did to deserve such amazing friends.

While I was up there I really thought about what it meant to wait, in the purity sense, so I thought I would look up what dictionary.com thought waiting meant. It gave me goosebumps when I read it, below are the results (keep in mind this is waiting in general):

1. to remain inactive as until something happens

2. to be available or in readiness

3. to postpone or delay something in expectation

4. to look forward to eagerly

5. to continue as one is in expectation of

6. to be reserved for

Number 6 particularity is absolutely incredible. These definitions were written in the secular sense but it perfectly exemplifies what it means in the sense I intended it for. Also, 'to wait in expectation' or 'to look forward to eagerly'. I am waiting so eagerly for my husband. I love him and I don't even know him - that feeling is both indescribably incredible and crazy at the same time. I am very much so a romantic and I often find myself wondering if I know him or not. It is completely absurd, yet it absolutely overjoys me when I start thinking about it. I feel like the little girl who tries on her mom's clothes - and imagines what it would be like to be old. Her time will come, but she has to wait. I think 1 Corinthians 13 is so intentional in the order. Love is patient is the first for a particular reason, I believe. In order to love and to find true love, you must be patient, not running to other things to pass the time or because it seems like the most convenient and fulfilling thing at the time, you must be patient and wait for God's best. I am waiting for God's best and want to know I'm wearing white on my wedding day for a reason. I can't wait to be head over heals in love, and I'm willing to wait.

Now we see but a poor reflection as in a mirror; then we shall see face to face. Now I know in part; then I shall know fully, even as I am fully known. And now these three remain: faith, hope and love. But the greatest of these is love. 1 Corinthians 13:12-13

We'll Be a Dream

This blog will more than likely be short and sweet - I am feeling thoughtful and decided to write about it. Surprise, surprise. I have been thinking these past couple of days about how fragile life is. It is a cliche saying and although I strongly disapprove of cliche sayings, this one happens to be very true at this particular time. I have had to say goodbye to a lot of very close people in my life over the past two weeks and as morbid as it may seem, I have to wonder is this the last time I will see them. It very well could be. After all, in Matthew 6, it tells us not to worry about tomorrow for today has enough trouble of it's own. What I have learned from that and what I have learned from all my goodbyes? I've learned that when you love someone or care about them, tell them and make it known. Make it completely clear so they have no doubt in their mind. And when you miss someone, do the same. Sure, it might feel a little awkward or put you in a vulnerable position, but life is about not being comfortable. If you're comfortable with the way things are going, somethings wrong. Always stretch yourself. Always act as if it is your last day. This blog is almost too cliche for words, and for that I am sorry. But it is something that has been on my heart so I encourage those few of you to do the same.

I wish I could take credit for the picture; however, it is not my own. It is from the website beautyineverything.com, a website from which I get most of my inspiration from. Thus concludes my mini schpeel. God has been supernatural in my life this summer and I hope you are experiencing Him in the same way I am because, it's amazing. And my brother is in town for his 21 birthday with week. That is completely bogus. Alright, this blog is becoming a monotonous ramble. Love love.

Don't Let Your Hula Hit the Flo'

Seeing that it is now Saturday night and I still have not talked about Getaway, this blog is long overdue. However, I must say I have been very busy since my return. I unpacked and repacked the same bag the next day I got back because I had to catch a plane on Sunday to Pittsburgh, PA. Many of you may be wondering why Pittsburgh, it's not exactly the first place that comes to my mind when I think of "summer vacation"; however, I am interning with Silver Ring Thing for the week and their headquarters is here in Pitt. For those of you that don't know what Silver Ring Thing is, check it out (www.silverringthing.com) it's pretty much the bomb.com. Now, onto the purpose of this blog.

Getaway this year came and went before I could blink. For those of you that don't know, Getaway is a Student Venture retreat at Myrtle Beach, SC. It is always such an incredible experience; Tenth Avenue North is always the band and the speakers are always inspiring. This year brought many surprises and things I had no anticipated. Little did I know I was going to have strep throat for two days - starting on Monday night. It included a trip to the Minute Clinic - and it was there that the sweetest nurse helped me and I owe my speedy recovery largely to her. I must admit, I was extremely frustrated and discouraged because I wanted to have an encounter with God and experience Him like I do every year at Getaway and I felt as if I could not do that. However, God spoke to me in the most mysterious ways that exceeded my expectations that I would not have known had I been well. On the last night, the room was filled with the ecstatic cries of 600 students repeating "He loves me, Oh how He loves me". The reflection of the guitar was the only light that crept through my closed eyes. And when I opened them, nearly every hand was raised; it was such a beautiful moment, one that I will not forget for a very long time. I was also able to learn about the hearts of some of my best friends, who have incredible stories which I did not know before the retreat. I was so overwhelmed with God's love and His incredible power to change anyone. The fact my friend wants to use her past failures to impact others in the future is so encouraging to me. If only I had that kind of faith.

In addition to the wonderful fellowship I had with God, I also had an incredible time with my roommates: Megan Stahl, Makena Cummings, and Jaclyn Gerardot. On the last night, we got ready and had an hour to spare so we went "exploring". I came up with the idea that we should simply ride the elevators with our 5 pound bag of Sour Patch Kids and see where it took us. In the process we not only finished off the entire bag, but also made many new friends. We also discovered that elevators can get very hot when there are a lot of people in them...common sense, wouldn't you think?

God also showed me a verse from Isaiah 6:7-8: "Look. This coal has touches your lips. Gone your guilt, your sins wiped out. And then I heard the voice of the Master; 'Whom shall I send? Who will go for us?' I spoke up, 'I'll go. Send me'!" I could not have asked for a more clear sign, I am willing to go where ever God calls, but the question is where is that? I hope to find out more pieces to the puzzle of my life as the summer progresses.

Kimbo and Co.

Today was inspirational with a hint of trauma. I was able to go to Cafe Helios, a very fun cafe in downtown Raleigh - I highly recommend it, with my AP Composition teacher whom I greatly admire. We talked for almost 2 hours about a lot, but specifically God and His undying love and I was so overwhelmed, it was such an encouraging time. I was able to tell her, briefly, my testimony and I got so excited. I also realized that it was a 2 years ago yesterday. Therefore, 2 years ago yesterday, I was made whole. If only words could describe how surreal that is. Knowing that my God sees me, sees my sin and how filthy I am, but has washed me completely clean. He sees not my imperfections and how many times I fail him time and time again. It is honestly completely overwhelming when I really stop and think about it, which is what I have done. God has all rights to look at me with disgust and disappointment and anger as to what I have done in my past and what I do every day and how many times I fail him, but He doesn't. He instead loves me so unconditionally in so many ways. I am truly awestruck. If only I had that kind of love. To love someone who has hurt me, disappointed me, and wronged me - to see beyond that and love them with the kind of love God does. It brings tears to my eyes to realize what a great sinner I am and how indescribably great God is.

I am also overcome with joy because my best friend, whom I have been separated from since last August, is coming home on Saturday at 4:25PM from Germany. She is such an amazing person: her faith, her beauty both inside and out, I could go on forever. I am eternally grateful for her for dragging me to Getaway 2 years ago because it was there I found God for the first time. There is really no telling where I would be without her. She is one of the wisest people I know and I am so proud to call her my best friend. I will probably not get one wink of sleep on Friday night because of her homecoming; which is unfortunate considering I have to take the ACT on Saturday morning.

The trauma in my day? My teacher placed in my care her 4 class fish, or as she calls them "Kimbo and CO". Kimbo is without a doubt one of the strangest fish I have ever laid my eyes on and his eyes are going to pop out at any second, I am convinced. For those of you that know Kimbo, you know what I'm talking about. I plan on renaming the other 3 fish, which are goldfish. If you have any ideas, let me know. I am thoroughly excited, however, because I have 4 new roomies for the summer. I sense a little jealousy in my beta, Swiney. Swiney is short for Swiney Todd because I got him for my 17th birthday and I had Swine Flu (aka The PIG) on my birthday. 'Twas quite fun... Anyways, trauma. I got the fish and put them in their new home and after a few minutes after I thought all was well and there was peace in the tank, I heard a banging noise. I look over only to find one of the fish backed up against one corner then swimming at full speed only to be stopped by the other side of the tank. The fish did this over time and time again, which thoroughly traumatized me. I'm not sure how they're adapting to their new environment.

Also, check out Peter Bradley Adams, he's pretty great. Specifically Los Angles and Little Stranger. Pandora always has the greatest selections. Thanks Pandora.

You were taught, with regard to your former way of life, to put off your old self, which is being corrupted by its deceitful desires; to be made new in the attitude of your minds; and to put on the new self, created to be like God in true righteousness and holiness. Ephesians 4:22-24

I absolutely love those verses. It's a great reminder to remember when living the Christian faith. As Christians, we are told to leave our old self behind, and fix our eyes on Jesus. I think it's so beautiful.

I'm not sure when I will blog next. I will be at the Getaway retreat this Sunday through Friday. It is where I got saved and am therefore extremely excited. I'm sure I will have lots to blog about when I get back. Until next time...

The Imperfect Conch

It is not 2:34AM and I wish I knew where to begin; however, I do not. Again, I am a whirlpool of emotion and quite honestly don't know what I'm going to do with myself for the next year. There are many things which I have learned this week: my wrist which carried my bracelets on them over the past year needs SPF 50. I only partially knew that and unfortunately that has resulted in a terribly splotchy wrist, half pale, half fried. That leads to immense pain, for your information.

Something else I have learned this week: shark island is in fact not inhabited by sharks, but instead by shells. If only words could describe the uniqueness and beauty of it. It is completely flat land in the middle of the ocean blanketed with shells of all kinds, and sporadic pools of water throughout. All of it was absolutely breathtaking. And as I walked around the island, I noticed numerous conch shells, the ones you would think to only find in stores; most were partially buried in the sand. And as I picked up what I thought was a perfectly, non-broken conch, I only found it to have a hole on the other side, or a missing piece. And though it looked beautiful and perfect and matchless from a glance, looking closer only brought out the imperfections. So I went on looking for the 'perfect conch'. Tonight, I have reflected on my conch searching only to find I am searching for the perfect conch in multiple degrees. In many ways the 'perfect conch' is much like my future husband. I was looking for the conch that looked the best or 'felt' the smoothest, but when I took a good look, there were imperfections. Sometimes, when looking, I thought for sure the one in the midst of all the other shells would be the perfect one and I stepped across the painfully sharp shells in hopes to find the perfect conch, but in reality, it was just like the rest of the broken ones. I then knew, but it took pain to get to that conclusion. But like I found my perfect conch, I also have great faith that I will find my husband one day. I know that he's out there, I just haven't found him yet.

The beach this week produced many countless moments which I will never forget. I often found myself texting a friend telling them how much I wished they were there to share the moment with me. There seemed to be beauty in everything: the light patter of the rain, the dark bliss where all there is is you and the sound of the ocean. The adrenaline when you saw the silhouette of the crab scurry in front of you just before you stepped on it.

I decided to read Jeremiah this summer for my quiet time because of Jeremiah 29:11 that talks about how the Lord knows the plans for us to prosper. This summer, and throughout this next school year, I know that God is teaching me to trust him. I am prayerfully considering many things for my years after high school and have no idea what I am going to do. It baffles me to think I will know everything a year from now; however, in the mean time, it is extremely stressful. I do not know what this means but the first day I started reading the book, I realized God wants me to speak. I don't know what he wants me to speak about or who he wants me to speak to, but he gave me this verse.

But the LORD said to me, "Do not say, 'I am only a child.' You must go to everyone I send you to and say whatever I command you. Do not be afraid of them, for I am with you and will rescue you," declares the LORD. Then the LORD reached out his hand and touched my mouth and said to me, "Now, I have put my words in your mouth. Jeremiah 1:7-9

I am learning to trust God over this next year, which will be a challenge for me. But I am choosing to trust.

The Beginning

After putting this off for several weeks now, I am finally beginning my blog. The purpose? Yet to be decided. Theory behind my title? By definition, an oasis is 1. a small fertile or green area in a desert region, usually having a spring or well. 2.something serving as a refuge, relief, or pleasant change from what is usual, annoying, difficult, etc. (dictionary.com, always remember to cite). This will be my oasis, my escape from the everyday hectic monotony. A forewarning before you all (whoever that may be) begin, as I write, I carry no particular purpose. Summer began for me Friday at approximately 11:30AM when I was seated a senior. At my school on Honor’s Day, our headmaster leads us in a moving up exercise. Each grade sits in their designated pew section and the seniors rise first, and are seated alumni; the juniors rise and are seated seniors; and the sophomores do the same. However, freshmen rise freshmen and are seated freshmen, in my mind at least. I apologize for that extensive explanation. Anyways, I was seated a senior. Thus would begin my eighth year at St. David’s. I honestly still cannot believe this time has come. I remember the first day of freshman year me and my best friend were joking about how we were going to be seniors and cry about all the “lasts” we would have. The “last” first day, the “last” 2^nd Wednesday of the 3^rd month…pathetic I tell you, absolutely pathetic. But the irony of it all is that it’s here, my lasts will begin in a few short months. Karma certainly has a sense of humor. But then I look back and reflect over the past seven years. How I’ve grown, the places I have thrived, the places that could use some work, and others, still a lot of work. And though it may seem bizarre, many of the things I would not do over because though they fill me with regret and remorse, they are the things which have molded me into who I am today. They have taught me the lessons which no one could teach me; they are the things I have learned on my own. (It’s currently, 11:11, don’t make a wish. It won’t come true) I apologize for the negativity just then, however, I see no point in wishing on 11:11. For one, it is merely a set of numbers that all happen to be the same, but on my laptop, the clock says 11:11, however, on my watch it is 11:12. So what really is 11:11? Find me November 11 next year (2011) on 11:11 and you might find me making a wish, which is yet to be decided. Another traumatic thing has happened to me this week. I cut of my 19, yes 19, bracelets off my right wrist. These bracelets signify important people or places I have come across since last June (some a little before). Some were global: one from Kenya, one from Guatemala, one from the Bahamas, and some were local: the state fair, Washington DC, and a friend’s locker. I am at the beach and without scissors and therefore had to cut them off with a steak knife, which was some lovely added trauma. After all was said and done, I am left with a painfully white wrist (and half of my arm) with nothing but 3 and ½ silly bands and a watch. I say 3 and ½ because one of the silly bands is broken, but because the person who gave it to me means so much, I tied it. It now looks more like a minivan, not an elephant. Well, now I am off to seize the day. I need to run and get some pigment back into my wrist. I hope in some way you find this blog to be your oasis as well.

By faith Abraham, when called to go to a place he would later receive as his inheritance, obeyed and went, even though he did not know where he was going. By faith he made his home in the promised land like a stranger in a foreign country; he lived in tents, as did Isaac and Jacob, who were heirs with him of the same promise. For he was looking forward to the city with foundations, whose architect and builder is God. Hebrews 11: 8-10

I want that kind of faith, the faith to leave all the comfort in order to follow God even though you don’t know where you’re going. Do you know where you’re going?