Returning to the "real world" was a lot harder than I had anticipated. A whole lot harder. Having to face old and new people, find work, get ready for school, decide many things (suddenly) about my future and make plans, figure out what I want, who I am (what changed), what I am looking for, I am trying to find ways to be a missionary, and looking to apply all that, that the Lord took so much time to teach me. All of those things thrown into a mixing pot, with culture shock, and severe brazil cravings. It is a lot to take in.
Its a lot of thinking about "ME" and I guess am not very accustomed to that.
But today was a little different. I felt at peace again. A thought had come into my mind that, everything is in the Lords hands. On the mission, I had to rely on the Lord, and because of that, I trusted in Him and everything ALWAYS worked out. Being done with that mission doesn't mean I will stop trusting or talking to Him constantly. It doesn't mean that my life is less-important, or the moments are less-full of meaning. It doesn't mean that now I am on my own.
The Lord has everything planned out perfectly. He knows where I am, what I need, what I need to do, and who I need to be. So all I need to do is TRUST. And be grateful. Speaking of which, thank goodness For my family and friends. They have been able to help me turn moderately normal.
(Today Mom and I went blading with the chillins. I really missed Ice skating, and we took the adam monster for the first time to the rink. I would skate infront of Him, and he would reach for my arms, and thus try and go faster to catch me, It was awesome, because he was able to focus on just going forward rather than his footing. He bloodied himself up pretty bad, but by the end was plowing around like a crazy weasel monkey. tis always fun to see him in society)
p.s. NEXT TIME?
BRAZIL IN FOTOS.
Oh and that's steve under the amurica flag ^ (#whattabeaut)
