A small spark of excitement is ignited. Only 2 weeks left until my feet touch ground on the land of my home away from home. The home that carries within it the growth and development of my soul, at each encounter.
I drove in the rain. Pelting down, hard, wipers trying to do their job, but to no avail. The car worked hard to stay focused. Hands gripping the wheel until the knuckles turned white. Breathing seized until the brain reminded it to exhale.
Somewhere in that overwhelming concentration, the thought drifted to the knowledge of my upcoming sojourn. And my heart lifted. I was incredibly thankful. Thankful that soon I would be able to lay my head down, shed my burdens, and cry my tears.
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