Lord Help!

I made it. I am in my hotel room in Orlando (Kissimmee to be exact) and tomorrow is the big day, but it has been a long, tearful journey. So many times I have almost changed my mind. So many things were attempting to stop me from coming (including my own personal fear and nervousness), but I am here. Not too late to turn back, but I won’t let myself. I’ve never been so scared, but I touched base with someone from the Podcast I listen to (LTAD, or Lets Talk About Disney). His name is Jay (here after called PapaGoof) and I know I can go to him if I need help or someone to talk to. He is the crazy uncle after all. Tomorrow I check into my apartment, and I move in. Tuesday my parents leave. That is the part that scares me the most. I don’t have mommy and daddy here to hold my hand anymore. But I do have my Father inside me, and I know He will help me and guide my footsteps.
Once I start working and meet people, I know I’ll be fine. I am just gonna miss my family and my close friends back home so very much. But God has me under His wing. He is called the Great Comforter in the Bible, and I rely on that. I know He will comfort me in all this. And if I just can’t take it, I pray I have the courage to come home. I let my pride get in my way sometimes, and I don’t want that to happen now. I just need to breathe. Breathe, G`ena, breathe.
I have so much to look forward to in this! I get such an opportunity to boost my career, learn independence and self reliance, learn that I am stronger than I know. I have a phone to talk to my friends, I have my love that will stay with them, and I have my prayers that will protect them as God sees fit. I just want to throw myself into work to let myself try to just cope without going into a depression.