This is a story about a girl named Sarah. One year ago, she got word from Upstairs that
it was time to go. Two months ago, she
finished saving up, quit her job, and packed.
One month ago, she left her home, her small town, and her entire state
behind. 27 days ago, she arrived in the
city, unloaded all her possessions, and waved goodbye to her parents' departing
truck. And yesterday she decided to
write about it.
Why?
Because she's scared to death, and saying that out loud
takes her one step closer to calming down.
Because one day the present will be the past, and she'd like
to be able to look back and see what the heck her God was doing. (Because He's on the move, make no mistake.)
Because maybe there's somebody else out there who's decided to jump in the deep end of the pool, and flailing and splashing love
company.
Because the world makes more sense in words and sentences
and punctuation.
Just because.
