These few years went so quickly. When my good friends and I arrived here, we knew it’d be cold, but we weren’t expecting it to be THAT cold. Considering it rained every day we were there, we were constantly wet and cold all day, every day.
Iceland for me was an incredibly special place. It still is. I’ve never been anywhere like it, and I’ve never seen anything as beautiful and eerie to this day.
I often describe my experience there as ‘spiritual’, but I don’t like using that language, cause I believe everything has a spiritual element. I guess what I really mean by it is, I’ve never felt so close to something so raw and untouched that God has made than when I was there. There’s so much space, kind of like a vastness that feels eerie but kind of alluring at the same time. I remember just feeling so small and insignificant the entire time. “How could something so beautiful and so grand exist?” I kept asking myself almost every day, with every change of scenery and location.
I feel thankful every time I get to experience something like this. It truly is a privilege to see God’s creative handiwork in all its diversity, and I don’t ever wanna take these moments for granted.