Monday was the last day that the family spent together. We spent some time in prayer and as we prayed one of my brothers was held our family dog. She is a sheltie and is a few years old. She is a very loving dog. That day the tears started flowing and while we were praying she started licking the tears off of some of us. At that point of course all we could do is to laugh. With all of that we felt a little better.
The next day my parents and I, hit the road to Chicago for launch. It was a tough trip knowing that I wouldn’t see anything that I was seeing on the trip of at least the next year. But once we got to Chicago that was past.
The next day we spent running around Chicago. The nerves started hitting hard. I was scared, upset, worried. But the moment that I walked in to the hotel for training camp was fantastic. It was all gone I was home with the squad even though not everyone was there I knew it was home. Where I was meant to be the place God had called me.
Saying good bye to the parents was in a humblebling experience to say goodbye I know that it was going to be hard to say goodbye. But it was all a good experience. I know that my parents are proud of me and will be having a growing experience while I’m gone. I teared up while saying goodbye and spent time hugging with them.
I think now about the fact that even the dog knows when we need help dealing with the emotions. They can help when we need it the most, they can be, the person that touches us to help God in our spirit to deal with the things that he is stirring in our hearts. The love between family and pets is an incredible gift that God gives us. And dogs can cry in there way when someone leaves. So even those that can’t say goodbye might just miss you.
Appreciate the time with everyone and everything.
