Sunday, June 15, 2008

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  Graduation was sad.

  It marked the end of a life I loved.

  I took off to travel the UK with my Mom and her friends the next day so hardly got to digest what this means.

  I only know that when he texts me saying he's surprised at how hollow it feels to be away from Redcliffe, I've already cried the tears surrounding the concept.

  I think one is meant to feel some grand sense of achievement. When I stood up at the front of that sweeping cathedral with my graduating class, I bit my lip and cried tears. They flooded my gaze most of the day.

  

  Lord God, hold my hand.

  This place has been my home, these people my friends, my family, my teachers.
  It is so very hard to say goodbye. Harder to imagine what I have without this place in my life.

  But then I look up at the shining face of a great big God who lets me call Him Papa,
  Provider,
  Saviour,
  Friend,
  Lover,
  Purpose,
  My strength,
  My hope,
  My sustainer,
  My joy,
  My very own...

  I spent my first week away after graduating in the Cotswolds with my mom and her two friends who came over for my graduation, and I struggled with keeping a happy face and a good attitude so as not to spoil their trip. In the evenings back at our timeshare, this Romancer God would beckon me out to the rose gardens below the window I shared with my Mom. Faint though it was, with all the selfishness whirling about within me these days, I heard it. And I cried on His shoulder and praised His name.

  He will awaken the dawn. He will sing the sun to rising. He always does.
  He will dry away my tears. He will bottle them forever.
  And I will greet His dawn with my arms wide open.
  I will put my hope in Him through the darkest nights.
  Because His new dawn is risnig. I won't miss it for the tears in my eyes.

  I have been blessed to the point of pain.

  He gives and takes away.
  Blessed be His name.
  

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