I’ve been home for 24 hours now. I’m feeling a wave of emotions, ranging from excitement to seeing my family and friends to mourning the end of the 4-month season the Lord took me on. It’s difficult saying goodbye to the community I was with for over 120 days (24 hours a day, seven days a week). It’s extremely hard being aware of human trafficking to a greater extent and actually knowing people who’ve felt its brutal realities or are still experiencing them. It’s hard stepping back into life in general, especially because it looks so different for me now. For the first time in 17 years I’m unemployed. For the first time in 11 years I’m not living on my own. And right now I have no idea what the Lord wants me to do or where He wants me to go. But that’s ok. It’s good to grieve the “end” while waiting with great expectancy for the “next.” I’m so thankful for the friends I have made, the journey I’ve been on and the hope for what’s to come. The Lord is faithful and I rest in His hands. 🙂
