Going to school has become an unlikely depression. Details don’t deserve to be told, but I’ve been going through the motions lately. Seems that life has been kicking me in the keister, and this pushes me back to Puerto Rico…but the things that are happening back there pull me to remain in America! Oh, the horror of living in uncertainty!
Among this, I’m hanging on with the little rope I’m given. Or so I do my best to. I still believe in a God who can do it all, even when things get freakishly odd. I don’t know where I’ll be tomorrow: in school, dead but resting in the Lord, with a bad sickness, or heading back to Puerto Rico for any reason. Even if I suck at EVERYTHING life throws at me, I will still worship because I know that God is more than life.
And if you need me, I’ll still be in this little corner of the world, waiting where I will be sent next.