philippians 4:13
after one week of Bartlesville, i actually miss home a lot. it’s hard to talk to people from home sometimes because i’m scared i’ll feel sad or jealous of the stories they might tell of hanging out together..
but, don’t get me wrong. i’ve had some good times here, too.. but somehow at the end of the day, it doesn’t feel the same. maybe that’s the difference between being surrounded by brothers and sisters in Christ all the time..
i suppose i’ve grown comfortable and used to this blessing that God has given me for the past three years, but i am determined to make the most of this experience.
God, give me strength. i definitely cannot do this alone..
