Tonight and last night I read through some of my old blogs. It makes me laugh and want to cry at the same time at some of the things I said I was looking forward to about coming home this summer. For instance, I mentioned about how my sweatpants always had a layer of dirt on the cuffs due to dirty floors and living in a desert...and how in America, it wasn't that way...and yep, sure enough, I'm wearing the same pants I was talking about then...and...no dirt! :) I must confess that carpet is quite a lovely invention. I have slept on the floor a number of times and find myself always sprawled out with whatever project I am working on on the floor. The frogs conversing outside my window are also as soothing as I remember. America is very nice in some ways. :)

It was also really neat to see how God was working even in some of the hardest times this last year. Granted, I didn't write anything prior to second semester and I don't really remember first semester at all...but it struck me how He was giving me strength to carry through each day, day at a time. He was the One holding me together when I was simply falling apart. He was the one who knew the meaning behind all of my words. He is the One who loved me when I was unlovable. And the beauty of all this is, He never changes. His character is love. And that will not change.