18 months later

Where did the past 18 months of my life go? If it wasn't for the fact that I have surrounded myself in my room with reminders of "my island", I would begin to think that my mission was nothing but a wonderful dream. I miss it...I miss the island, the people, the language, the feeling of putting on my badge everyday, sharing the gospel with anyone and everyone who would listen. I even miss the food, raw fish and all! I know that the mission was meant to give me a foundation for the rest of my life, and that I now I need to continue on, continue to live this thing we call real life. But I don't want to...life just made so much more sense on the mission. I had direction, I knew what I needed to be doing everyday. Now it's up to me to make choices for my life...and not just any choices, but life-changing ones.

I'm scared...oh me of little faith.