The Next Rung

Throughout the summer, an image has continually showed up in my prayers, my thoughts and my processing.

A ladder.

I have been learning that to reach the next rung, I have to let go of the previous one. I can't keep a firm grip on one rung and expect to get a tight grasp on the next one. I either release one to hold on to the other, or cling to one and never fully hang on to the next.

A lot of last year was spent on me holding on to my rung of comfort, familiarity, and old friendships. I was unwilling to let go of Colombia, of ECA, of my friends there. I carried past pain or guilt that I hadn't let go of yet, unable to find healing while still holding on. I didn't adjust very well to life at the U of I, because I was still holding on so dearly to life at ECA.

But throughout the summer, God continued to show me the importance of letting go so I can reach and hold on to the next season of life.

I'm releasing my grip on my beloved Colombia and learning to embrace America.