Monday It’s funny how humans take things for granted. You wake up to the sound of a blaring alarm and cuss at your ceiling because it’s somehow that white board’s fault that you are up at 6:00 am in the morning to prep for a job you hate. You drag your feet to the bathroom with heavy eyes and a yawn forming in your throat and pat blindly in your cabinet for your toothbrush...
I had always imagined myself many times, aboard a plane, going on a vacation to some pretty island with long white beaches. Here I was now in a plane, drifting through the air, looking at the white clouds as I lifted away from a place I called home. ‘Called’, because right now, I’m set on a mission to find a new home, like stepping out of Ur, for Canaan. Scary even, is the thought that I had left...
