Wolfville life

Sometimes in life we reach milestones. I feel like I am about to
approach one of those. I guess I did last year when I graduated from
university, but I stubbornly chose to stay in this little Valley town
for another while. Now, however, the time is coming to leave this town.
Anyone who knows me even a tiny bit knows that I love this town. I love
living within a ten minute walk of all my closest friends. I love that
every time I go to the library, post office, or grocery store, I run
into somebody I know. I love that on nights when we are feeling
adventurous, we can drive to the beach. I love the lifestyle of weekend
worship, Wednesday morning prayer, and Tuesday-afternoon Bible studies.

Maybe I am afraid to leave. Maybe I am afraid that because I am happy here, I
will not be happy elsewhere. Maybe I am afraid that I have not invested
enough into the relationships I have here.

When I began writing this blog post, I was hoping I would have something really
wise to say but really I don't have anything to say. I find transitions
hard. It is hard for me to leave. I am incredibly thankful for the past
four years here and it is tough to accept that I may forget some of
it. 

I have been reading C.S. Lewis' The Four Loves for a paper I was writing and there was this bit about friendship that I must share:

In friendship, being free of all that, we think we have chosen our peers.
In reality, a few years' difference in the dates of our births, a few
more miles between certain houses, the choice of one university instead
of another, posting to different regiments, the accident of a topic
being raised or not raised at a first meeting--any of these chances
might have kept us apart. But, for a Christian, there are, strictly
speaking, no chances. A secret Master of the Ceremonies has been at
work. Christ, who said to the disciples "Ye have not chosen me, but I
have chosen you," can truly say to every group of Christian friends "You
have not chosen one another but I have chosen you for one another." The
Friendship is not a reward for our discrimination and good taste in
finding one another out. It is the instrument by which God reveals to
each the beauties of all the others. They are no greater than the
beauties of a thousand other men; by Friendship God opens our eyes to
them. 

These past four years, I have seen the image of God in many different ways. 

 I have seen his work in the beautiful sunsets on the Wolfville waterfront

I have seen his work during peaceful bicycle rides through the Gaspereau Valley

I have seen him at work having evening chats on perfect spring days

And during apple-picking adventures in September

And finally, just general good times...God is good. He's never failed. And he won't start now. We are more than conquerers...