My imagination still dreams. I still fly into starry skies with my soul, wandering among mossy, mushroom-filled forest glades where the soft green morning light filters through the springtime leaves. My heart leaps for joy as I catch a glimpse of a patch of yellowed fall leaves on a green southern oak, or crack open an acorn to understand the mind of a squirrel.
Is it strange that my mind wanders so? Is it odd that the scent of the autumn blooms transports me to spring? Is it odd to find such rural beauty among the brown bricks of my university campus? Perhaps it's just this desperate need for life to keep on living, my heart to keep on beating, my dreams to not keep fading as I work on the fulfillment of them.
University. It's not a place I thought I'd be. Nursing. It's even further from my more recent goals. South Carolina? Not a place I would have planned to go. Yet here I am, living life, penetrating time, filling my soul with God's Truth and my mind with the knowledge He has created. It's thrilling, really.
I could describe my life as hectic, crazy, emotional, or stressful, but those words would not be very true, because each one has somewhat of a negative connotation, and I'm here for a purpose, for God's purpose, and it's beautiful. So I choose to describe my life as full, exciting, intense, forward-moving. It's just the way He wants it to be, full of acorns and autumn blooms and textbooks.
In Devotion to Christ,