...as the summer ended...

It's coming to that of year again. Soon, the days will grow shorter, the leaves will change color and the temperature will drop. Soon, sweatshirts and wool socks will replaces shorts and flip flops. I've always dreaded this time of year; the descent into the cold always seem to be just as figurative as it is literal.

When the air gets cold, my mind goes into hybernation. I don't function properly and more often than not, I go into October and November on the brink of depression. I'm sure it's not just the cold weather and freezing air. It's got to be something else. But I'm not exactly sure what that is.

When I was younger, the end of summer always meant the start of a new school year. I always looked forward to school, even if I knew that by the end of May the next year, I would be ready to quit altogether.

This year, after two fall seasons of no school, I again look forward to expanding my mind in the land of higher education. Two months after my acceptance to Regent, I'm still a little unnerved; still a little scared. But I'm more positive now too. I'm looking forward to what's ahead; even if I know that by May I'll be ready to quit altogether.

Like all situations though, I just wish I knew some of the answers before I set out to ask the questions. Will I come home next summer? Or is this relocation semi-permanent? Will I meet people there who think like I do or at least care about some of the same things I care about?? What will happen to me while I'm down there? What will God do with my life? What if I'm put in a position where I have to listen to Pat Robertson talk about things I find personally repulsive???

All these questions and no answers. So like I always try to do, I'll just give up trying to find things on my own. I don't know where this journey leads, but I know that with God's help, I'm ready it to begin.

In time, all of these questions will be answered. Until then, I'll just go about the ride....