These past 9 days have felt like its been a full year.
First it was so long for the anticipation of the arrival of my oh so amazing man, then it changed to I'm not going to get to see him this weekend now, or maybe even for a very long time if not, forever :( so the weekend approached and I made sure to make plans with friends so I could get this weekend behind me. And though I had a wonderful time with those friends, I knew that time would have been that much more wonderful with him.

As they say, time heals all wounds. And though this is valid to a point, the wound that I carry is the same wound re-opened. It's the love wound. It feels as if when I fall in love, it takes that person to go through much scar tissue, but once inside, the procedure is not complete and the wound is left open.

If it wasn't for God, my limbs would eventually lose blood circulation and there would be no more left of me.

But each time, I seem to jump up and run the marathon with the wound wide open. Though it gushes, God replaces.
Though God replaces, someone will be there one day to kiss it all better.

Though I feel my mourning not quite over, the race is about to begin. My focus needs to be set straight and my plans to finish this race will be by the grace of God. This finish line is my goal. Though I have many goals, it will be just like a marathon, where every turn, there are people rooting you on! Running through the finish line will be the ultimate goal and receiving the medal will be an major accomplishment.

I feel a tug at my heart about some unexpected changes though. I'm not sure what it is yet or if it is God telling me to go this route but it's a big deal, and changes my studies. In the mean time, I must knock out this semester.

Big big plans ahead.

Let's go!