Once upon a time, I stepped off a plane into New York City. This wasn’t any ‘ol visit to the big city, this was my first moment back in the homeland after 11 months of a fierce adventure…
I had a plan of attack for handling this whole re-entry thing.
I was going to work and save up money, until I had the means to get to Latin America again. That was it.
I know that God has given me a passion for those people and that culture that I can’t even explain to you because I don’t understand it myself. It’s such a growing, deep passion.
So I was gonna deal with all the overwhelming parts of coming back home easily because I had a goal in mind. I had it all under control, I felt so prepared for this moment.
Here’s the thing: no matter how much preparation we have, sometimes you still get pulled into the current.
Re-entry was much more difficult than I had imagined, I felt like I was drowning most of the time. I couldn’t walk into stores without crying and I was overwhelmed with all the English around me.
By far the hardest part was spending literally every second of my life with this new beautiful family, then suddenly being left alone. They’re all just gone. You can never be ready for that.
I learned how to lean on God in a whole new way that I couldn’t learn on the race.
How to need Him in my own culture. How to seek Him around old, familiar places and faces. To depend on Him to move in a schedule.
God was showing me, that I had not fallen between the cracks, that in fact, He was actually so very close. He was stirring the pot for what was about to take place…
Stay tuned more updates coming so very soon!!
