Today it hit me like a ton of bricks. I’m going to be moving back home in 2 weeks. I’m excited to spend time with my family, in fact I’m really looking forward to that.
This morning, I stood on the risers singing with a choir and congregation I’ve fallen in love with. That’s when it hit me. I’m going to be gone for 11 months, out of the country. I’ve always said I like change and I still would say I do…but this is huge.
I’ve gotten a lot of questions about what I’m going to do when I return from the Race. My automatic response, similar to any other question about my future, is that I really don’t like to plan ahead. I live for today and maybe plan for tomorrow but don’t ask me about next month, let alone next year. I would absolutely love to come back to the community I’ve become comfortable with here but the realization of that actually happening is slipping away. I really think God is preparing me to be unprepared. Ready to do His will as he asks me. All I know is that I want to be obedient to His call. In His arms, in His direction, that is the best place for me.
That doesn’t mean this isn’t going to be hard. I’m going to miss my friends so much. My fear is that they’ll move on with life and forget I even exist. Yes, I’m aware that’s an irrational fear but I went ahead and said it any ways.
I couldn’t go to bed tonight feeling sad, so I am choosing Truth over fear.
My calling: Acts 20:24 However, I consider my life worth nothing to me; my only aim is to finish the race and complete the task the Lord Jesus has given me—the task of testifying to the good news of God’s grace.
Christ’s love: Romans 5:3-5 Not only so, but we also glory in our sufferings, because we know that suffering produces perseverance; perseverance, character; and character, hope. And hope does not put us to shame, because God’s love has been poured out into our hearts through the Holy Spirit, who has been given to us.
I hit my first deadline.
I paid off my car.
I’m going on the race with absolutely no debt.
I’m in the exact place God wants me to be.
I have friends that are supporting me emotionally. (including my future squad mates)
I have two churches that I call “home.” TWO.
I have an amazingly loving and supportive family.
The fact that 11 months worth of life will fit into a 65 liter pack still amazes me.
I have people praying for me who I’ve never even met.
So, here’s to choosing joy over sadness. Excited for the time I’ll have with my family. I really am. I know they are too. I can’t wait to savor every moment. 🙂
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