Epilogue.

“Not all those who wander are lost.” – J.R.R. Tolkien

Hey there. I just thought, since I’ve got the time because I didn’t procrastinate packing till the last limit like I usually do, I would do one more. After all, I started this journey with a prologue, shouldn’t I end with an epilogue? Looking back at that first one, the beginning of the, well..beginning, I’m finding everything to be somewhat the same. In a way, it’s quite surreal. I could really just copy and paste everything and substitute “Wales”, with “America”, because it would sum up how I currently feel. It is crazy that by this time tomorrow I will be in another country. It has been a whirlwind of emotions, full of bittersweet goodbyes. But, one thing is different. Back then people would ask me if I was nervous, and my answer was no. This time, nobody has really asked me that, and I am. Not nervous of flying or the hassle of traveling, even though there is the worry that my bag is too heavy. Nervous of what’s to come. Nervous of what maybe isn’t too come. I know that God has gone before me, and He’s got it all under control, just like back then, but I’m still a little worried.

Over the weekend, I climbed the highest peak in Wales called “Mt. Snowdon”. This might surprise some of you that know me because, I don’t like heights. Step ladders scare me, that’s how bad I don’t like heights. It’s in North Wales where it’s mostly green, partially sheep. The drive up was gorgeous, passing all the lush green hills that are speckled with little white dots, and passing signs that are in Welsh, (Trying to pronounce them is always a good Welsh road trip game, unless you speak Welsh.)

We stayed at a youth hostel, where my type were frowned upon (hoot).

The next morning, we started our ascent. It wasn’t bad at first, until we started to get close to the top. A wise women once told me to, “Always be prepared.”, which may or may not have been one of my travel companions, and I’m glad we were. Close to the peak the fog began to roll in, enveloping everything in it’s path. Our beautiful views of the valley below was gone in seconds. We were really hoping and praying for good views at the top, and really really praying for no rain, and one of those prayers were answered. It didn’t rain on us at all. Even though the clouds were rolling in, we kept going and made it to the top. With it being the highest mountain I’ve climbed, I count it as quite an accomplishment for myself. In the cafe at the top, we discussed our route down. We decided to climb down a different way than we came up, and some of it involved walking a bit, at least to me, that was scary. As we started our descent, we got to the scary bit which was still covered by a veil of fog. I was grateful at the time because, I couldn’t see the drop-off that was there. We then got a little lower where the clouds dispersed, and all you could see was the most beautiful country in the world. Sometimes it’s good to have those little reminders. Even if we get to the top, to the peak of accomplishment, the view can be pretty rubbish. Sometimes we need to descend a little bit to see the full beauty. In a way, it kind of sums up things I’ve learned over the last two years here. If we just keep walking through the fog and put our trust in God, if we keep going even if we can’t see the drop-offs and put our trust in God, He’ll disperse the fog and turn those terrifying heights into stunningly beautiful views.

Well my amazingly faithful reader, this is where I must leave you, at least for the moment. Like before, my bags are packed (procrastination less this time…just a reminder) and I’m ready to embark on my journey. I go back to the States with some uncertainty, and you know what? That’s ok because sometimes I will wander around, but I’ll never be lost, not really. Because I know the way, the truth, and the life, and the importance of maps. Always be prepared right? Like I stated in my last blog, I will continue to write and keep you updated. Thank you so much for reading and for your prayers and support. Talk to you again soon, faithful reader. Now, onward to uncertainty.

Blessings,

Matt S.