I made a trip to my adult growing-up years: Boston. Not only was it long overdue to see my friends turned family, it was time for a change of scenery. I haven’t written in a while. Mostly because I’ve been blocked by transition pains and I constantly feel like I’m blaming my moody emotional state on Honduras. I didn’t want to complain or “woe-is-me” it on paper, so I stopped writing. But I think it’s time to jump back in. ———— Now more than ever I can feel the difference inside me, the changes of my heart. These past two years altered life dramatically. And not just for little ole missionary Melissa, but for the entire world. My friends’ lives are different. Their focus has adjusted. Their living situations have adapted. Their goals have shifted. I didn’t waltz back into Boston where things left off when I squeezed my people goodbye. Noooo. Life moved forward and change swooped in. But the change I felt was good. I could see that the sticky growing pains in our time apart n
Just a young woman navigating the way of the world one prayer at a time.