Hebrews 6:19
I was asked a very unusual, and personal question yesterday during an interview for a job that I have dreamed about for the past three years.
"If you could choose one symbol to use on your own personal coat of arms, what would you choose?"
I paused for a moment and said the first thing that came to my mind, an anchor. A simple symbol that holds so power for me. It reminds me of hope, of love, of travel and adventure. It reminds me to stay grounded in my faith, to my friends and to my family and is a reminder to never loose sight of where I came from, my home.
I truly believe in the saying that "everything happens for a reason", and at that moment that I was asked this question a feeling of relief set in around me. It was a feeling that I had been looking for since I walked through the front doors of Harlaxton. I realized that no matter how far I go away from home, I will always be anchored down to the person that I was raised to be. I may be 6 hours ahead of time in a foreign country but at that moment I knew I was going to be okay and the homesickness that I had previously been feeling would slowly dissolve.
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