New Chapter

Classes start in 3 weeks.

I can't believe it. I can't believe I'm going to be packing, moving to a new city, starting school at a new campus. I was more excited 6 months ago than I am now. Now I'm scared. I don't know why either... Other people get scared, but not me. I was so brave when I left Texas for college. My freshman year in Iowa was a miserable one to say the least, but that didn't deter me from moving on to bigger and better things my sophomore year. I loved it! The UNT campus, the town of Denton, Denton Bibile Church. It was great. It was "me". It was what I needed and where I needed to be. Moving to England was even more exciting. A one-way ticket, reservations at a hostel in London, and absolutely NO job prospects was what I had and I couldn't have been happier. I can't believe that the same girl who moved out-of-state for college, then transferred back to the 3rd largest university in Texas, moved to the UK on a wing and a prayer, is now freaking out about moving an hour and a half away from home to go to grad school. I have all my ducks in a row; my financial aid is ready, I have an apartment reserved, I have nothing to worry about. So why is it that I feel like I have everything to worry about???

I know I need to have faith that God is taking care of me.
It's just such a still, small voice compared to the ones in my head rattling off things to worry about...
I need to "take every thought captive".
I need spiritual ear-plugs.