The morning...

The Mournes are shrouded in cloud, the bay is filled to the brim and the sun is teasingly peaking through the clouds at intervals. The mornings are quite dark now. I awoke thinking it was very early, but looked at my clock, only to find that it was already ten. I do not know how my soul is going to part from this place? I feel I will be eternally discontent for my second home. This place has been where Jesus has rejuvenated my mind and soul. I long for friendships at home; however, I will ache to be here again-I ache at the thought of leaving. But, life is seasons and this was a wonderfully glorious season, for which I must thankfully continue on the road of life. Ireland will forever be in my heart and that I cannot forget...