I went to meet Alex and Howard, a dating couple, in Slovakia where Alex is from. From Slovakia, we traveled together by bus to Prague in the Czech Republic.
I thought as I wondered around the streets of Prague about where I was a year ago, teaching hectically in May when there was so much to do and prepare for, and where I am now traveling and living in Europe for a year. I think I would have treaded 3 weeks of my past just for yesterday alone. Wouldn't I rather be traveling this train I'm sitting in on Monday at 8:13am looking at the luscious green outskirts of Prague fly by than teaching a math lesson? But, in all honesty - there were some great math lessons . . .
I think it must have been the hum drum that scared me and killed me.
As Howard politely led me to the train station this morning, he got me talking about the future and I realized that two months from today I don't know what will happen - where I'll be living in Romania. All this ambiguity is refreshing to a young heart that for 5 years listened to the same song.
I know there are advantages to listening to the same song over and over, and each time hearing new things. But can there ever be anything like listening to a song for the first time? Thank you, God, for giving me a new song. Why have you been so good to me? Thank you - it is completely unearned.