It’s been nearly two weeks since I came back from training.
As much as I want to share about my adventures in Gainesville, Georigia… sometimes it’s so hard to wrap your head around an event. I think about all the things I want to write about and share, but I can’t seem to find a place to start. (This may or may not be extremely long)
So i‘ll start from October 10, 2014. 6:30 am.
I wake up early wanting to get to work just an hour earlier. I got in trouble the day before at work due to a series of unfortunate events. So, to make it up, I wanted to start my day early. As I was getting ready, I realize my cat, Leo, was acting weird. So I start to freak out. Not knowing what to do, I quickly text my vet tech friend, almost in the verge of tears. She tells me to bring him in to get a check up. I have 30 minutes until I have to go to work, if I drop him off I can’t make it by 8. I panic and tell my sister to wake up to take him. She tells me to just take him after work, but I can’t since i‘ll be going to the airport right away. She’s so tired she can’t seem to even get her words out correctly. Frustrated, I decide to just go to work at 9. The vet is nearly 1 hour away back and forth. I rush to the vet, drop him off with a heavy heart, and go to work. A 10 hour shift to make up time for that week. With a deep sigh, I start off my day not wanting to be there. Time passes, I am upset at circumstances at work and feel unappreciated and annoyed. Everyone slowly starts leaving. 2 more hours. At 6:30 I get a phone call, my cat has heart failure, and the vet is unsure how long he can live. He’s only a baby. This can’t be happening. I’ll be gone for a whole week. I break down at work, and to top it off, my sister decides to change up some of my transportation plans. I have T-3 hours to get to the airport.
My friend picks me up and we arrive at LAX at 11:10 PM. My flight is at 11:55.
I walk up to the counter to check in my bag.
“You have missed your check in time.” WHAT.
My friend already left, and I don’t want to ask anyone at this time to pick me up.
I feel overwhelmed, angry, upset, and all these other negative emotions. I blame everyone.
I slowly walk over to change my flight. Its 11:30 PM, my flight still hasn’t technically left, and there is a whole bunch of people in front of me complaining. This airline sucks. I wait in line for nearly an hour. Message WR leaders to tell them i‘ll be late. I finally get to the counter, and it takes another 30 minutes to change my flight. “Your next flight will be at 6am.” T-6hours at the airport.
I decide to accept the circumstance, reflect on the past week, and laugh. The devil seriously is poking fun at me. I tell myself everything will be OK, because Christ is SO much bigger than these petty little events.
I look for a corner, wrap my backpack around my feet, and fall asleep for the next 5 hours.
I board the plane not wanting to think about anything and sleep for the next 8 hours or however long the flight was. I wake up dazed…
I finally arrive at Gainesville, Georgia.
Nervous, excited, and so very tired.
To Be Continued…..
This post is already so long, so I’ll continue tomorrow. I guess there is an element of suspicion in what I actually experienced/learned at training camp! But I just wanted to tell my readers that it’s so easy to feel like nothing is going right. The devil seriously makes me feel weak and unworthy. “Does God not want me to go? Is the devil messing with my feelings? Why does life suck so much right now.” The struggle was & is so very real. The war starts now. Please pray that I will be equipped with the full armor of God. That I will not be hindered by the lies but cling on to Christ.
Have I not commanded you? Be strong and courageous. Do not be frightened, and do not be dismayed, for the LORD your God is with you wherever you go.”
– Joshua 1:9
