This got me thinking of how important it is to know that someone is proud of you. I, as well as many others I know, come from a culture where it's not the norm to hear that your parents are proud. I didn't hear it very often and I still don't, but when you do and that person really means it, it truly touches the heart.
I remember when I first found out about God's affections towards me and that He is proud of me. When I make decisions that move His heart, He's proud of me. When I choose to obey Him and surrender my plans for His, He's so happy. I love that. Just imagine how much it touched my heart to find out that He's proud.
So even though my parents aren't all that proud of me and my choice to stay here doesn't make sense to them, my poppa's proud of me. And that means more than anything. I'm scared but kind of excited to live this life of adventure. I'm gonna see things.. It's gonna get crazy but I'm definitely excited.
