This month, there are 3 of us living in one house together. We have hot water, bubble baths, amazing food, WIFI and telephones to communicate.
I never thought that I would be somewhere this nice and accomodating while I was on the race.
Yes, I am still on the race.
But, I'm at home. In little Lumberton, TX.
I broke my thumb at the end of Honduras, and was told by doctors there that I needed to fly home as soon as possible and have surgery.
WHATT?
I was shocked.
I was not expecting that.
A shattered thumb, okay, give me a cast, I can handle pain.
Leaving the race, I didn't like the idea of it.
Why?
That's what I asked the Lord multiple times that day.
not WHY did I have to break my thumb.
not WHY do I have to have surgery
but WHY am I going home?
Home was my comfort.
Home was the hardest part about leaving.
So why, after 3 months am I being put back into my "comfort" when I was just learning how to cope with being away for so long?
My mind was set on 11 months of not seeing family or friends.
Not 3.
But, The Lord had a different plan.
Before I flew home, I had complete peace from the Lord, that home was where I was supposed to be.
I didn't know why, but I was wanting to trust him in that.
I was thinking that I would come, have surgery, stay for maybe 2-3 weeks, and fly out to Romania.
Well, I had surgery on Tues. 10th. I had a plate, 8 screws, and 2 pins put into my thumb.
That does NOT sound like a 2-3 week recovery.
And its not. Its about 6-8 weeks.
OKAY, now, I don't get it.
Why God? I want to trust in you and your plans you have for me. But I wanna get back!
I'm supposed to be on the race!
I explained to people that I feel as if I am sitting on the bench during a game. I just want in the game. But there is nothing I can do until my coach puts me in..
But, my mind went from anxiously waiting for the doctors to release me so I could fly out to Romania.
To thanking God for the blessing of getting to come home.
To see my family. To be at my neice's 2nd birthday party. To see my best friends. To wash all of my stinky race clothes. To take bubble baths. To eat American food. To sleep in MY bed.
I started with the mindset that the Lord interrupted my plans of 11 countries in 11 months.
But now, I am thankful for this divine intervention.
Because, who am i kidding? This is the Lord's plan. NO WAY my plan would be better.
Being at home. with 3 people in one house, still running my race, is the PERFECT plan for me.
I may be broken. But I am so blessed.
