My First Day

San Diego। Sunny. 75 degrees year round. Big city. Fast-paced. Night life. Port city.

You would think all these attributes would make a person excited. You would think the description of this place would welcome anybody looking for a new start, a new adventure, a new life.

Not me. At least not right away.

The one and only thing I've been thinking about since I got here is fear. Uncertainty. Confusion. But why is that? Why would that be? Finally, for the first time in my life, I've been handed an opportunity to start over. To right the wrongs of my past. To be my own man. And just where did that opportunity come from? Did it fall from the sky? Did I earn it? Was it just like the scientific community would like to declare about the so-called truth to the "theory of randomness"? That the cosmic pull of completely irrelevant, unrelated circumstances of the universe just happened to intertwine at precisely the correct time?

I don't think so.

I happen to believe that God, The Almighty Creator of the entire universe, gave it to me. I happen to believe that He, in His infinite wisdom, saw to it to bless me with something I totally did not deserve. And that right there, is the definition of grace.

So what now? Am I to deal with this fear and confusion and uncertainty all by myself? Of course not. For The Bible declares "[God] will never leave [me] nor forsake [me]." So in this new city, now more than ever, I MUST put all my fears, worries, concerns, problems and insurmountable doubt into His precious hands. He can take it. He can handle it. He brought me here, so why would he dangle a "new toy" in my face, and yank it away before I take hold of it? He wouldn't.

It's my first day in this new city, new place, and I hope that I can take what God has for me here, and do his bidding. Stay tuned...