disrobing.

This is Georgia font, which I find to be most appropriate given my family's rootage. yes, rootage. 

So, I'm going to be completely honest, although it might become quickly obvious, that I've never blogged before. The idea of journaling online is hilarious to me, because I normally journal in a journal where my thoughts are stored for no one to read. However, I'm willing to take all of my proverbial clothes off for all of you lovely readers to see me somewhat naked. 

Things are starting to look and feel more real to me now in terms of Spain. I picked up my Visa just yesterday from the Spanish Consulate in Houston, and now my time and worries will most likely be shifted to packing (hopefully). Actually, worrying is overrated. When it comes to worrying, for me, there is physical, tangible evidence. My bowels go cray cray, and I end up wondering why it came to that. Worrying is a lack of trust of my gracious Savior. If I truly believe that my King is sovereign and Holy, and perfectly ordains each of my days, then His transcending peace should be a blanket on my shivering body. So, for today, I pray against any worry that may come my way whilst preparing for a new season of life. 

Isn't it strange that we chunk up our lives into "seasons"? We look to the next phase, to prepare for it, or worry about it, when our today is just a means to an end. Why are we trying to control our time? It really isn't ours to begin with. What a gift even today is. This new sun, these new conversations, a new opportunity to see Christ in His glory and work for His kingdom! 

I think I'm projecting. Nonetheless, hopefully we don't get trapped in tomorrow, today.

arivaderci, folks. Happy Tuesday!