Look to the Hills (Chapter 2) Pt. 1

"Oh why excuse me!" the lady exiting Mrs. Hobb's office, exclaiming her apologies. "Oh, not a problem" I mumbled back to her, a nervous quiver in my voice. 

I peaked my head around the door, and faced a simply furnished room with cream walls, an elderly woman, her hair wiry & unkept, perched behind a large mahogany desk typing away on what it seemed to be a keyboard, cluttered with sorted papers and bills. I cleared my throat as the door shut behind me.

"Beg your pardon, but can you point me in the location of Mrs. Hobbs in the Admissions Department?". This caught the attention of the old lady as she pulled down the spectacles that were propped up on the edge of her nose, laid them on the desk and lifted her head. "Well you've come to the right place, that would be me." She said with a rather aged & husky voice. 

"Oh... well" I fumbled my words seemingly unable to communicate & hardly able to formulate my own thoughts. "I'm Cindy Clemmons.. I'm here for that assistant administrative position. Dr. Hendrix is a good friend of my families and he said that position was being held for me?"

"Why oh yes!" She exclaimed with warmth of feeling & clarity of understanding, then, getting up from her desk to grab my hand in a friendly embrace. "I've heard quite a deal of you and your accomplishments" I met her hand with an equal amount of decor & warmth as she continued, "I'm looking forward to observing you in future days and hope that you will make an easy adjustment to our ways here." 

Look to the Hills (Chapter 1) Pt. 5

As I walked through the corridors, peeping in and out of door windows trying to find Mrs. Hobbs' location tears began to unexpectedly fall from my face. I didn't realize that hearing from God would be so hard. My pace quickened. Why is it so hard to let go of the past & move on with the future? Why can't it be like it has always been? 

I pictured the sweet home I left behind, so full of life, so warm & inviting, filled with the ones I love. I pictured my home church and all the people I had come to love so dearly and become so deeply knit with. Honestly, I didn't realize that I would have so much to miss until that moment. Who was this girl walking down the halls with a briefcase in her hand, what sort of dreams & ambitions did she have for life?

I didn't know, was afraid to know. I felt like there wasn't another person in the world who could understand the depth of my sorrow as I spotted the admissions office. Opening that door meant moving on with life, becoming a independent individual, on my own, alone. 

"Lord, heaven knows how far you have brought me here in faith that this is the path you have for me to walk. You have closed the doors & opened others I trust you to give me the strength to move where you lead."

I let out a heavy sigh and the admissions door swung open to greet me.