Goodbye.
Mehhh.
Not my favorite word to say or hear. I’ve heard it A LOT the past few days, and I’m sure there will only be more tearful goodbyes said tomorrow, too.
I had to say goodbye to my church family today, and that was not easy. I wish I could bring ’em all with me in my pack, and we’d minister to the nations together! I guess that’s not a feasible option, though.
Today was also probably the last time I’d get to see to my grandmother. My grandmother was diagnosed with terminal lung cancer this past summer and her health has been painfully deteriorating ever since. I already knew she wasn’t too keen on me going on the race, but seeing her tear up as I hugged her frail body broke my heart. Although neither she nor I said anything, I sensed that we both knew this was our final goodbye.
I wish leaving weren’t so difficult.
I know things will eventually get better, especially when I meet up with my squad and teammates. Until then, though, this transition is a little hard.
My prayer request: I ask that you would not only pray for me during this time, but that you would also pray for the loved ones that I and many others are leaving behind.
