Lists are fun. I’m not good at keeping to them.
It’s official: I’m not going back to Hawai’i for the summer. I need to find a place to live.
I need to find a place to work.
Read the Bible praying, “Father, hold my mind’s attention. Wake my heart’s affection. Speak for your glory and my holy joy.”
— John Piper (@JohnPiper) January 12, 2013
Trusting God in this time of overwhelming uncertainty is such a struggle. I want to be where He wants me to be, but I’m terrified. I’m terrified of getting it wrong. I’m anxious.
Things I miss about being home:
Having a double bed. Twins are too small for me and my three pillows and four blankets…
Easy access to the kitchen and living room.
Bathroom that is shared with only one person (and stealing that person’s toothpaste constantly. Ha.).
A well-stocked kitchen.
It seems that I miss spaces the most when I’m home. Having my own space to retreat, create, or be a part of.
Close proximity to the grandparents and aunty and extended family.
Japanese food. Plate lunches (mostly loco mocos). Home-cooked dinners.