I’m sitting in an empty hotel room… Well, technically I’m in it, so it’s not empty. But it feels empty without having 3-6 other people in it with me. And I realize that the last time I was in a hotel room I was at launch, getting ready to leave for the “journey of a lifetime.”
And it hits me like a brick, this journey is over. It’s finished. And my one concern is: how do I share this story? How do I share everything God has done this year? Because this year was to glorify Him, so if I can’t tell that story, then it’s lost its meaning.
But I realize, He also said “It is finished.” And that’s the main story worth telling, because everything else I say will lead back to that.
The best part is that when God said “It is finished,” the story didn’t end. His love and mercy continues. Christianity was born when that statement was spoken.
So as weird as it feels to be going home, for this journey to be over, I realize my story still continues. This chapter of “race life” is over, and now I get to live “race life” at home. And that’s a story I’m excited to tell by simply living.
I open at the close.
p.s. That Harry Potter reference was for you, DTM. Love and miss y’all.
