The Call

I did it. I completed my first year of my master's program, and I survived being over 900 miles away from home. Did you think I would make it because I was skeptical in the beginning? Flashback to last August when I finished having breakfast with my parents following a weekend of them helping me move into my new apartment. They drove away for the fourteen hour drive back to Georgia, and I remember big tears just strolling down my face. It was becoming so real in that one moment, and I was so scared. I wasn't going to be able to just pick up my keys and make the forty-five minute drive home like I could during my undergraduate years. Visits home would be limited to 2-3 times a year, which meant all of my favorite people would be limited with face-to-face interactions. If anything, I really thought this last semester would have finished me off for various reasons, but I prevailed and God is still good. Isn't He always? I wanted to just share a quick update with eve...