Yesterday was a long day...sort of. We got to Dublin Airport...sometime. And caught our flight at 1. The airplane ride was one of the best I've been on. I got three hours of work done on my computer and they give free movies and I read my book and listened to music and worshiped. It was great! Not to mention the food was surprisingly good!
We landed at O'hare around 2:45-3. We left the airport around 3:30 and were on the road.
It's so nice to be back home. Every time I leave the country or even the state I always get excited to drive past the city and take it all in once again. I love Grand Rapids. My heart is in this city! I even got a good night's sleep too! We'll see later today how the jet lag affects me. I also haven't seen snow for two weeks. I'm really not a huge fan, but I woke up and the sun was out and it was making everything sparkle! How lovely!
And, tomorrow school starts. I'm looking forward to it for the most part. I know how last semester went and I really don't want to repeat it. I'm mostly excited to see how I grow. I'm excited to see where God leads me this summer and beyond. I'm not going to make any goals I decided. I always get to the end and feel like i failed. No goals this semester. Okay maybe I do have two of them.
1. Love God. Love people.
2. Rock it in school!
I can feel the Lord's strong hand upon. I feel Him slowly picking me up out of the dust and calling me to enter in to the promises. To freedom. To life. He is so good!!!!!!!!!!!!
Lord Jesus,
Thank you for Ireland. Thank you for the people I met and the growth that took place and the beauty of Your Majesty in the creation. It was beautiful! You are beautiful Jesus! Lord, I give you this semester. The next four months. They are yours. I ask that you would break me. Grow me. Use me. Sustain me. Provide for me. Mold me. May I come to fall more in love with you every day. May I enter in to the promises and the life that I am called. Lead me Lord.
I love you Jesus! You are the best!
I love you Jesus! You are the best!
Love,
Lauren
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