I leave for New Orleans tomorrow. My boxes are packed, I have the supplies, and my tank is full. But am I ready? My mom has been telling me constantly to clean my room, do my laundry, write my thank you letters and say my goodbyes. I always said back that I have time, that I have a couple of months, there is nothing to worry about. But I don't anymore, it's tomorrow. I'm 18, my friends are either already at college, or are going soon, and I'm about to go on this brand new adventure.
The goodbyes have been hard, cleaning my room was difficult too, and I'm excited for this next chapter in my life. There will be trials, but I know that God will shepherd me through all valleys, just as He has promised.
I'm ready, it's not next year, or a couple months, it's tomorrow. It's time.
