First Few Days.

I'm here.

The journey here was long, tiring, troublesome, complicated, and clumsy. But I'm here all the same. And right now, that's what counts.

I don't really know how to put words to my experience on the Gordon-Conwell campus these last few days, but I'll give it a shot anyway. This place is beautiful. Stunning, really. I didn't really know a place like this existed outside of Austin's novels. There are trees as far as I can see. Students keep laughing at me when I say we're in the country, but seriously; even when I squint and strain, still trees are about the only thing in sight. Trees and old buildings. I cannot wait to post a picture of my dorm building. It is a beautiful 1890 colonial style house. My room is huge, with cream walls and white trim. The view out my windows is the grassy courtyard where women's functions are often held, and yesterday Mrs. Robbinson invited me for tea. Yes, Mrs. Robbinson. Yes, I was in Haddon Robbinson's house. I carried in his groceries. We're neighbors, you see…

A friend recently emailed me and said, "I am thinking that the weather is about to turn cool and sunny and you will be able to stroll the sprawling campus and think about how much God loves you and the amazing realities you get to study." And that adequately sums up my experience over the last two days. I was walking across the campus last night as I returned to my room after supper and I was overwhelmed to tears. God must really love me to have desired for me to be in such a wonderful place.

And its only day four...