Heading back to Oahu soon—ah, home sweet home. T’is no place better, I say.
To think, if I’d been born just a few more miles south, I’d be an American who could have moved “home sweet home” years ago. But I’m not, and as I’m also not a neurosurgeon or famous artist/celebrity, I must wait for the opportune moment to make the great move, God willing.
It’s really in His hands, not mine. Some may say that’s a cop out. I don’t believe it is, because I believe. I maintain the faith, but readily admit I have moments of impatience and hesitation. We all do. We’re human. Fear, doubt, anxiety—annoying emotions and sensations—can sometimes flow through us like surging, leveling waves. But the good thing: they also recede.
While not pleasant moments, they do make me more aware of who I am, what I am . . . and how much I have to trust that all will turn out well.
I’m not stating anything new here. You—the few who have read my stuff (thank you!)—know where I’m coming from. Sometimes, however, I just need to reiterate it, for my sake . . . and maybe yours as well.
If you’re having doubts my friends, keep believing in yourself and the Great One. Any dream is possible. Others have achieved theirs. So can we.