I hate blogging. In case there was any confusion about that. Trying to capture things in words, gives me this feeling that I am committing an injustice to the people and places and situtations that have affected me. But I seriously feel that I owe the Lord and you all some stories and blogs that I never had the chance to sit down and put on paper or computer or whatever. So I’m going to do some retrospectives now that I have some time to sit and think and put my thoughts together. So get ready and hold me to it.
Being home for the past week and a half has made me feel like no time has passed in some ways. Like when I walked out of my front door for the airport in June, the trees and flowers were all in bloom and then I come back 11 months later and they are still all in bloom. In my room, there were clothes that I was too busy and rushed to wash before I left, and here they are 11 months later with the same food stains! My desk drawers are as cluttered as I remembered.
The thing that’s funny is that I remember at several points during the race thinking, ‘someday…when I’m home, I’m going to wake up in my bed and feel like it was all a dream.’ The reality though is that I wake up and wonder, ‘Am I home?’ What is home anyways? In South Africa, my first week in, my pack lost in transit, living off of my squadmates with none of my “things from home” feeling discombobulated. And my Father in heaven tap tap tapping me on the shoulder saying, ‘Jane, I am your home.’ There are so few constants in life, if any. But, He remains always. Thank God, especially in this weird in-transit-state that I am in. Because I’m at home with Him.
the Kim family. (minus Jeanie, the sister)
the AWAKEN family.
the Squad C family.
