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One week to go...

Suddenly I only have one week left. How did that happen? It feels so surreal, having gotten into a daily routine and really in a sense found the place I fit into, I am yet again uprooting. Next week seems so far off, but I know that suddenly I’ll blink and be on the plane! I am really seeking to make the most of this time. And I am really making a conscious effort to not start to “leave” now, especially with regards to the friendships I’ve made. It’s so easy, knowing that I’ll have to say goodbye in just a short while, to withdraw to “ease” it. But it’ll be hard anyway, so I might as well make the most of the time I have with them.

I am sat in the prayer room (as usual) writing this- it’s so great to be here!. Today I was just thinking about how God is touching my heart, and trying to look at what He is speaking to me about the next step, which is rapidly approaching. I have no clarity, but I am trusting in God, and I have peace!

So here I am! Filled to overflowing with gratitude to God for being amazing and giving me every day as a gift, a precious gift.

This evening we have small group at one of the ladies in my class. The house she lives in is the most gorgeous house you have ever seen. It’s small, but immaculately decorated, and it’s so cool because the ceiling is pink! Now, that’s not something you see very often. So yes, that should be lovely.
I have a pretty busy week ahead of me, but that’s ok! I’ve done most of my shopping (I am not bringing back too much stuff- I have enough stuff at home already), and so I can really make sure to spend time with people and in the prayer room, soaking up all I can. I will try to do some more updates during this week, but if I don’t, you’ll know it’s because time is flying and I’m not managing to sit down to blog in full-flight.

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