tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429635171404183412.post5676434157588875374..comments2023-04-17T03:02:53.254-06:00Comments on The Diaries of a Fly on the Wall: the comfort zoneMallory and Hannahhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12294449541252174367noreply@blogger.comBlogger3125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429635171404183412.post-68904440745911959212012-03-15T15:57:02.069-06:002012-03-15T15:57:02.069-06:00I decided to go on a humanitarian trip with a bunc...I decided to go on a humanitarian trip with a bunch of strangers to Cambodia. One of the best decisions ever. I made incredible friends and learned I can do anything for a few weeks no matter how hot, how unpleasent, how strange.jillhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/09537320001763940151noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429635171404183412.post-79398403423191258222012-03-15T01:12:13.903-06:002012-03-15T01:12:13.903-06:00It seems like life demands courage constantly, to ...It seems like life demands courage constantly, to live it well, and so each step in life takes more courage then the one before it. The most courageous thing I've done yet actually took place today, funny how that works: ) I laid my scholarship on the line because I took a lot of very challenging classes, all outside of my comfort zone, and it isn't clear at all if I'll come through with the right GPA, but I've decided not to withdraw. Perhaps its more probable I won't make it. But if I don't, I don't and that's ok really, because God has a plan, and a backup plan for everyone. And perhaps the most courageous act takes place when we exercise faith in that plan, especially when we can't see where it leads; we trust with a certainty that all which is uncertain will be resolved for our eternal benefit; that all will be well. And all usually is: )The Renaissance Manhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/18192866930278147494noreply@blogger.comtag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4429635171404183412.post-87206587230313082172012-03-14T23:57:57.043-06:002012-03-14T23:57:57.043-06:00This may be cliche, but I sent a boy on a mission ...This may be cliche, but I sent a boy on a mission without knowing if I'd ever see or love him in the same way again. It was scary, and I cried. I don't usually cry.<br /><br />But I learned that God's plan (or plans) for the two of us are infinitely better than the plans we would set up on our own. I relearned how to make friends, how to try new things, how to break the comfort zone of being with that boy. And I became better friends with my entire family. <br /><br />It's been a great experience all around, and I know I'll say that no matter how the story ends.<br /><br />Great post, Hannah. I love how you write, and I'm grateful you inspired me to reflect on this tonight. Thank you, and keep being courageous :)Lyshttps://www.blogger.com/profile/11519218686100439496noreply@blogger.com