Doing a countdown can only speed up the time. It's roughly two months before I'm moving to another country. The thought of it is still so surreal. I wanna keep this feeling to myself but every night I'm consumed by it and stay up later than usual. I don't even know what's this feeling like. I think I'm in hysteria. But no. It isn't excitement, it's apprehension.God! Thoughts like, "God, do you really want me to go?" "Is it the perfect time?" "Lord, what if I'm just dreaming?" "What am I gonna eat there?" "What's my purpose?" and the list goes on. I'm clouded with petty concerns but they're overpowering my senses, making me lose track of what matters today, at this time, at this hour, at this minute, at this second. Then last Sunday, through the preaching of the word, God reminded me of his faithfulness. God reminded me of the cross, the finished work on the cross. God has alre...