Exactly one week from now I will be in a plane somewhere over the Atlantic Ocean.
Excuse me...
What?!
Where has time gone?? It feels like just yesterday I was praying that God would give me direction while I was typing an inquiry email to the owner of ADC. It feels like it was just December. And it definitely does not feel like I am going to be leaving in less than a week from now.
Time is a funny thing. I just finished reading The Fault in Our Stars by John Greene (how many e's are in his name...?) and I've been thinking about a quote from that book:
"Some infinities are bigger than other infinities."
Time seems to draaaaaaaaaaaaag on in the middle of a three hour lecture class on resort and hospitality budget and financing (shoot me. This was a real class I just finished...). It's like time revels in the torture math puts me through so it just takes its sweet time making me miserable. Then when I'm doing something fun, like taking long walks in the middle of downtown St. Pete with the aforementioned boyfriend, time slips by so quickly without my realization. And while the amount of time taken to accomplish each of these activities is constant, it feels like one takes longer than the other. Some infinities are bigger than other infinities.
Just an interesting thought about time. Well, at least I think it's interesting! Haha And it makes me wonder how time will feel a week from now as I am settling into my home-away-from-home. Will three months speed by or will they drag on? Or will each day be different in how long or short it is?
(I am starting to realize how incredibly boring this post probably is...but this is the stuff that keeps me up at night, people!!)
Regardless of how time will feel, I know that God will give me purpose for each day, for each moment, that I am alive. Gratefulness (or sometimes a lack thereof) is something I think about quite a lot. I am grateful that the creator of the universe created time. He did that for us, for me. He doesn't need time--he is infinite. But it helps me to remind myself that with each new day, each new set of time, each new infinity, that He is sovereign (even over time!!) and that His time is all that matters. Even if I get over to Portugal and everything sucks, I will choose each day to live in His purpose.
Because He has given me this time, this opportunity, and I will not waste it, whether it is a big infinity or small infinity.
