Mourning Losses with Hope

So it seems like another lifetime that I was studying and living abroad in the UK. In relation to eternity its been no time at all, but God has been working mightily and growing me like crazy in the past months. In England I learned more about loving genuinely, and even now as I'm trudging my way through mountains of musty library books, notes scribbled on "American-sized paper" as well as English, essays, Spanish tarea, and applications, He is molding and teaching me. Mourning a loss, I am learning, does not always have to be connected to a death, though it certainly can be. Transitions in life, changes of location, dissappointments, and learning that people change all shape us (hopefully for good), but they can often cause us to mourn some type of loss. When we live in a particular place, we become accustomed to that place as well as the people with whom we are surrounded. Moving tears that away from us. Though this may sound dramatic because keeping in touch is possible, to an extent it still hurts because things change. More to come... got to go.