Dear Aimae,
I, too, could not comprehend just how much my heart aches to
see you and the rest of the team. The reason why I give so little updates of
myself is the fear of having nothing good to tell. It’s a storm here. Although
I am surrounded by good and fun people I now call my friends, I could also feel myself drowning in the waters polluted
by the things of this world. It is difficult to swim upwards for a breath of
air. It is difficult to remember I am here for a greater reason. And it is also
now difficult to pray.
Let me wrestle with my flesh and do pray I come out
triumphant. Even though I know Elohim will get me through this whirlpool, your
prayers become my comfort, too. That I know great people back home include me
in the prayers that never cease. Thank you for remembering me, Aims.
I miss you, too. Never could I find a person more joyful
than you, here. I miss your smiles – that of the bubbly lady who steals
the silence off the room. I hope I could visit you too, soon. Apparently, we
are not given the privilege to request for a leave unless we become
regularized, but I still do hope we’d meet someday. And there’s always skype. (Plugging my skype account: katherineaine ) Haha! I miss you guys a ton! :*
Aine, I am still in the process of constant surrender. It isn't easy. It never was. My heart just always tells me that there could really be more than these things. This another season of emptying is very painful as it resulted in the loss of friendships. I say, a season of loneliness. Nowadays, I haven't seen anymore the Aimae who's so bubbly. Yes, I can still even smile, talk and laugh, yet still longing-and-ache overpowers. Yes, a season of loneliness yet a season of dependency on Jesus.
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