It wasn't supposed to go like this. I was supposed to get home July 31 at 2:15pm at JFK. My family was going to all be there. My sisters, my dad + mom, my brothers. And I was supposed to give them all a big hug, especially my sister who was going to be six months pregnant with my twin nephews.
That was how it was supposed to go.
It wasn't supposed to go like this. I wasn't supposed to get a call on July 13 that was my sister had went into labor and had my twin nephews. I wasn't supposed to get another horrifying phone call on July 18 that told me that my nephew, Emerson wasn't going to make it and I wasn't going to meet him. I wasn't supposed to get home July 20 at 6:00am at JFK greeted just by my mom, dad + sister.
None of this was supposed to happen. Right? So why? Why did it happen?
To be honest, I cannot tell you why. If I did, I would be lying.
This first week home has been a whirlwind of seeing family and friends I haven't for 11 months, grieving the loss of my nephew, celebrating the life of the other, and then the small things like driving for the first time in 11 months, hot showers with pressure, my own bed, walking alone (haven't done that in 11 months) and trying to let the reality of home sink in.
And all I can think about is that this isn't the way it was supposed to go.
But it's okay.
Because when I think about it, Jesus came in a way that He wasn't supposed to. He wasn't supposed to come as a baby in a manger, He wasn't supposed love the enemy, He wasn't supposed to die a death like a thief.
I am sure that is what everyone thought at some point whether it be the scholars who predicted His coming to the smallest detail, His dearly loved disciples, His own family.
But sometimes when things go like we don't suppose, it is actually way better.
Jesus is able to present, become something in your life that is indescribable. He is able to be here in a way that cannot be taken away, that the world cannot understand.
But we understand.
And even though this isn't the way I supposed it would go, it's okay. Because Jesus is here and I trust Him.
On another note, I FINISHED THE WORLD RACE. YAY!
