Whispers...

I find myself burrowing into my new thinking spot, here in my dorm.

There are 12 days left in the Kite Project.

That means 44 days have passed since the start of the project.

It has been a whirlwind, for sure.

This journey has been: tiring, frustrating, maddening, messy, but still so wonderful.

I have broken down, cried, screamed, purged my soul, laughed, loved... I have changed. 

I am not the same as I was at the beginning of the project. None of us are.

Do you remember when I said:

I think of it like this: We are like a light house. God has placed a light in our very essence to be like a beacon - to those who are lost, to what he has planned, to all things - And the brighter the light inside of you burns the clearer it becomes. Sometimes the light is turning - calling ships from all directions, I'm just transitioning. I'm changing - for the better - and there isn't anything wrong with that. 

I don't really care what my dream is... All I care about is being a beacon of light. Allowing that light that God has so lovingly placed within me to shine. So for now, I pray. I pray that he shows me the new path that I am meant to venture on. 

It still holds true to this day.

But I am slowly hearing my calling. I am slowly beginning to hear the whispers. I am feeling the pull. Good things are happening, and I'm just letting God take me for the ride. It's been hard, friends. So hard. But because of you. Because of this community and because of God himself. My faith is strengthened and restored. So, thank you. Thank you. Thank you.