I've tried to pinpoint exactly when it started, this interesting life of mine. Maybe it was when I left my dream school after freshman year to live in Africa, or maybe just over a year ago when a complete stranger stopped in the middle of her Sunday morning sermon to prophesied over me... Either way, God has changed me so many times and I am so thankful that He gave me a heart that bends easily. Every country, every city, every person is somehow familiar. And even when I've made solo journeys to the other side of the world, stepping onto continents where I knew not one soul, He has always given me peace. That's really the only way I can describe it. Peace. An overwhelming feeling that I'm in the Lord's hands and no harm can come against me (no matter what stupid decisions I make). It's a type of peace that when mixed with joy I become completely overwhelmed with happiness and longing just to be in His perfect will. And when I'm not filled with that, I long for it. So I guess that's why God has put me on yet another journey. At 5am I leave my comfy home of Charleston, SC to travel to a place that though I've been before, I told myself I'd never return to. I'm going back to India. Why? Because His plans are bigger than mine and He has filled my heart with PEACE.
