i’ve been sorting, organizing, talking to my therapist (@betterhelp is great!), moving stuff around, sorting some more, eatin’ candy and drinking tea.
aaand ofc I came across some old diaries.
when i was 18, i moved across the sea to Norway to start a life on my own and i found the diary that started from the plane before landing in Bergen, Norway.
as i read through the pages of all the first expressions, the excitement, uncertainty, risks, sparks, loneliness, new friendships, moves, decisions, heart ache, joy, hunger for more of life and more of Jesus.. i was stunned at my younger self, but also so freeing to see how much i’ve grown over the last 5 years.
i remember it all so clearly, yet it feels like a lifetime ago.
i can feel mybyoung heart and read my young mind.
and my heart hurts from all the pain she’s just about to experience, but it also rejoices at the excitement she had for life and learning.
so full of hope for the future.
I’m so proud of her!