Last week I wrote my last university exam ever (unless Jesus leads me to more schooling). And while it’s a little weird, it somehow still hasn’t hit yet. That is of course, with the exception of a couple of goodbyes.
I live in Kingston, Ontario for school, and while I’ll be going home to Nova Scotia tomorrow (I’m home now, I wrote this a couple days ago!), I’ll actually be back for my convocation ceremony at the end of the month. With that being said, goodbyes have been a “don’t worry, I’ll see you in a month!” sort of thing. So the goodbyes seriously haven’t hit yet.
My life here is so good. Honestly, my life in Kingston over the past four years has probably been the best of my life so far. I’ve never had such a huge community of people who are constantly pushing me to love Christ more everyday, who speak life and truth to/over me, and who are always there for me to make me laugh, be there when I cry, or simply help me clean and pack when it’s time to move out (love you, Morgan Chin-Yee).
However, the goodbyes really did start to hit a couple of days ago when my A+ community of friends, brothers, and sisters, decided that every time I leave anywhere, they needed to pray for me as I go forth to the World Race (even though I’ll see them again before I go). As I left Young Adults with my church for the last time, my pastors stopped what we were doing to make sure that they could lift me up in prayer first. As I left my friends’ house, knowing I was going to see them in a couple of weeks, they again stopped everything they were doing to lift me up in prayer as I prepare to embark on this wild adventure. As I left an impromptu worship night (my friends are the best), again knowing I was going to see them again soon, my friends stopped to lift me up in prayer. As I left coffee with a friend last night, she took the time to remind me that God has and is already preparing me for the World Race simply by being in relationship with Him and being in His Word.
These simple acts blew my mind in displaying to me so clearly what the love of Jesus looks like. It looks like taking the extra minute to remind someone that God’s got us, that He loves us, and that He is actually in control. As these acts of love were displayed time and time again, I was reminded of something that God told me in January — I will always provide a family for you.
If you know me, you know I’m an incredibly relational person. I mean, I really really love people. And so for God to tell me that He’ll always provide a family for me was huge. I absolutely 100% knew that I had that family here in Kingston, it was so obvious. But to think of leaving these beautiful people for an indefinite amount of time, and at least 11 months throughout the World Race was pretty scary. But just as they are so graciously sending me, I know that God has planned for me some very awesome people at home in Nova Scotia, and on the World Race to so graciously receive me.
I’m wild excited to see what’s in store!
