It's hard to talk about the end of our year at college without falling into clichés. So I will try to avoid them, but apologise in advance for any that crop up despite my efforts.
Spending a year living and studying with fellow students from countries all around the world leaves us with the inevitable feeling that things can never be the same again. We've got so used to being together, yet this particular group of people will never all be together again before we get to heaven. The moment that sticks with me is our Commissioning Service on Friday morning when we all stood and sang about the Gospel being proclaimed throughout the nations, and I suddenly realised that that is literally what we will all be doing in the months and years to come. It has been such a privilege to be here, to get to know these brothers and sisters, and to be trained side by side.
But for now, parting is such sweet sorrow, goodbye seems to be the hardest word (er?!) and so on and so forth.
We're sticking around on campus for another 10 days to get our stuff sorted and flat packed up. I can't decide whether that makes things better or worse!
And here's a photo from the masked ball on our final evening of term:
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Bless you guys, I hope you will be able to keep your blog going as you go on your travels!
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