I’m back home in Alabama. On February 14th, I got the news that my Grandaddy had passed away that afternoon. He has been sick for a long time so this was expected, but that never makes it any easier. When I got the news my heart desired to be home with my family, but there were some unknowns. Would I be able to afford to go home? Would it be safe to travel across continents on my own? Is God going to allow me to put His plan for me on pause?
Do I go or do I stay? The only thing I could do was sit with the Lord and find where His peace was. I knew going home for a while didn’t mean that the race was over for me. Last month in Colombia, my teammates prayed over me and God spoke over me that Ecuador would bring many tears, but Peru would bring much joy. So I knew God had more for me, and I knew that He would give me His grace and send me home.
So here I am. How good is the Father who knows the desires of His child’s heart and provides a way. I have a week to mourn the loss and celebrate the life of my Grandfather with the ones that’s I love. I haven’t left the race for good, it is just on pause. I will fly back to Ecuador next week and rejoin my sQuad. But for now I am taking this time to be refilled by my family.
I am so blessed by the support of everyone here at home, my team, my squad and my leaders. My Grandaddy is now at peace and with His good good father. It is a time to mourn, but it is also a time to rejoice.
In all things God is good.
