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During my trip away last week, I wrote everyday, I wrote almost 30 pages in my small sketchbook. I thought that maybe I could transfer them all here but I realized that so much of it is personal that it is something between me and God.

As much exploring I did within that 4 days, I spent a lot of time reflecting and rediscover things for myself. Writing was what helped me remember the details of things. I am glad that I get to meet so many new and interesting friends. But most importantly, is that I am reminded of the reason why I am a believer and follower of Christ. 

Almost every single person that I have came in contact with are people that are running away from God, except for those that I met on Sunday morning at a church service. I felt like a camouflage when I needed to be and stood out for attention when God needs to be glorified. I spent an evening at a bar with my hosts and I have never found myself surrounded by so much smoke and alcohol at one sitting. It is a surprise that everyone asked where I was coming from and what I was doing there but no one asked what I did for a living. Which allowed me to hide and experience a hangout without people feeling awkward about me. One of my host did felt a bit awkward for me but I think nobody else noticed enough to filter what to say to me, which was what I wanted. 

I had liberating moments and I had exciting moments, I had curious moments, I had heartbreaking moments and not forgetting my emotional reflective moments. Observing what was around me never felt so satisfying.

But more than just these experiences that I am having for the first time, it is also a unique time spent with God. Having God to be my closest company during those few days were surprisingly more comforting than I thought. 

I prayed everyday and at every noticeable conscience to let God do what He wants with me and lead me however ways He wants when I am there. There were quite a few things that happened and yet it is still rather too early to tell what are all those things telling me. I am taking these few days to process those events and allowing God to speak to me about it.

It may be only 4 days, but it was intense for someone like me who deliberately make all intentions to find meaning in everything I do. Part of me somehow did not want to return to NY and extend the journey, maybe not staying put there but to move further west and find myself going through moments of hearing God more in situations like these.