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Sometimes, something will come along that you didn't see coming --- something unexpected, yet wonderful in a way that makes it clear that it's definitely a God Thing.

It will be amazing, but also challenging --- sanctifying and reshaping your life in ways that you could never have imagined.

You will walk into the open arms of a new community and find wonderful new friends --- and maybe discover that some you thought were friends were really just acquaintances, as they quietly fade out of your life.

There will be adventures --- stay up late even though you still have to get up early the next morning, doing things you've never done before, finding a new joy in tasks previously considered mundane - adventures.

Your mind will be blown to bits --- and when you get it put back together again, you'll find that some pieces were lost and new ones were added, and the way you think and act and react and view the world and the people around you has completely changed.

What you can and can't, will and won't will be completely redefined --- and you will discover the sweetness of heartfelt prayer as supernatural strength fills you through illness, hunger, sleeplessness, inexperience, and a general sense of being completely overwhelmed.

Some of the dreams that you clutched with desperate, sweaty hands will be released to the wind --- and replaced with glorious new ones, cupped in Hands much bigger than your own.

You will laugh as you have never laughed, and cry as you have never cried before --- but you will have support in both, and will find new reasons to thank God every day.

And sometimes, those things will happen twice, in two extraordinarily similar, yet different, ways. Today, three years ago, I arrived in Brooklyn, New York for the summer. But more importantly, on this very day one year ago, Brooklyn Elisabeth officially arrived into our lives and permanently etched herself onto our hearts.

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