I don’t feel like the whole leaving thing is real. Am I really leaving for a year? At the time I am writing this it is Easter Sunday. I just had my last day at church and it was time to say some goodbyes. I felt very numb. I did not feel anything as I said goodbye to people who have poured into me in the last 9 months. It still does not feel real.
On my way out from church, I stopped at the door and looked at the stained glass window, remembering the first time I saw it.
On my way home from church on the country roads I started to look around as I drove. Thinking to myself, is this the last time I will see these fields for a year? Is this the last time I will see this road? As I pulled into the little town of Pleasant Hill I tried to take it all in, looking down every street and alley, every house and business. Pulling out of town heading to the outskirts on the back road of where I lived, looking around and speeding down roads I have driven since I was sixteen. Knowing every curve and hitting every apex just right, trying my best to enjoy the drive.
God has truly been preparing my heart. Although none of this feels real, I also don’t feel as if I belong here. I am going to miss home, but I am ready to take off, I am ready for the waiting to be over. The last few weeks have been challenging, the evil one has played his tricks and the resistance has been strong, but as I head into this next season, I must trust in the Lord who has brought me this far, knowing He will complete the work in me.
-Luke
