Well, the day is almost here. I fly home on Wednesday from Spain.
I'm sure I'll miss this beautiful country, but I'm happy to be going home and
to start the next adventure in my life. I didn't get what I wanted out of my
study abroad, but I have a feeling I got what my Heavenly Father wanted me to
get out of it. That seems to be a theme in my life. The last two months have
stretched me in ways that I didn't expect. I have definitely been taught a
great deal about trusting in the Lord above trusting in men. Social anxiety,
homesickness, language barriers, and insane employment surprises (I'll write
more about that situation and what I've learned later).
From this place of introspection and reflection, I want to share
my testimony as I get ready to leave Spain. I know that God lives. I know He
cares for me. I know He hears my prayers. I know that He can provide miracles
when I have faith, though they're rarely the miracle I expect. At least three
times during my study abroad I've received comfort as a result of prayer from
unexpected sources.
I know that the atonement of Jesus Christ exists to cleanse me of
my sins. In addition, He is there to comfort me when no mortal person can. He
is my Older Brother and I have felt His tender embrace when I've needed it most.
He is here to bless me and support me when I cannot take another step.
Whoever you are reading this, thank you for being part of my
life. You are a gift from God to me, whether we're close friends or we don't
know each other.
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| La Plaza de España en Sevilla |
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