Tomorrow I head to seminary to begin studying for a Master of Divinity. For the past three or four days I’ve been busily packing and organizing, giving up what I don’t need for charity or to sell, while keeping the bare bones of what I’ll need. I suppose in some way this is God’s method of helping me do away with the luxuries I accumulated during my young adult life. As many of my older readers may notice, St. Panteleimon is still with me, securing himself among the cargo as he did in my move last year.
I ask for nothing more than prayers for a safe trip to my new home, as well as an eventful year. I’m a mixture of fear and happiness right now, but I know I’m heading out into God’s hands. I pray I’m a servant of no one’s will but His. Amen.