Break free.
Stop searching. Start doing. These last few months have been of a different breed. Even reflecting back on each of the days that fell into this sequence of time, I still don't know quite what God was trying to tell me. I spent time meeting new people, exploring new places, and breathing in deeper each of my surroundings. Here I was again, attempting to exert myself beyond the superficial aspects of life. As a methodical and organized thinker, I was in search of this reason for why God was bringing me to a new place. Why am I less satisfied with the stagnant life of growing and pursuing Him in one specific place? Why must I constantly be on the verge of traveling somewhere new? Surely it can't just be my 'personality.' There must be something more than that... I can tell you what everyone else tells me. They all say, "she got bit by the travel bug." And as sarcasm flows off their tongues I simply think to myself that it's much more than that. There ...