Final Post From Ireland

When people ask me how my time in Ireland was, the best answer would be "an ocean". I won't say this often, but it really works best. It was big and indescribable. It was deep and full. It was invigorating and exciting. It was menacing at times. It held so much, some things expected, most things weren't. And as the tide changes the shape of the coastline, so the days, hours, moments spent in Dublin have changed me. It was an ocean.

Thank you to my friends here. I love you all, with the deepest part of me. You've impacted me as you've carried me, laughed with me, cried with me, talked with me, ate with me, danced with me, ran with me, swam with me, climbed with me, sang with me, sat still with me... Like it or not, a part of me is left there with you.

It must be said... I will miss the hills... the trees... the water...

I say good-bye to Ireland with all the grief good-byes are prone to have. And I greet the coming days with expectation and hope. I lived life here; I'll do the same back home. God is love. And He is life. I hope to walk on with Him, because He's been my best friend.

"The LORD your God who goes before you will Himself fight for you, just as He did in the wilderness, where you have seen how the Lord your God carried you, as a man carries his son, all the way that you went until you came to this place."
Deuteronomy 1:30

I will keep posting on this blog. The content will change. But I will keep writing, because life is life, near or far. And as always, there will be pictures.

Great is His faithfulness to me.