I was sitting in my living room packing and hanging out with a friend late the night before I left for launch. We were just chatting about my anticipation of my next year when I decided to check my email. The first email I had was from the airline I was taking to get to Atlanta. I just assumed it was them letting me know that my flight was on time. It was the opposite. The flight my mom and I were supposed to be on was cancelled. At 9 o’clock the night before I was leaving. I yelled for my mom when she patiently walked in the living room saying “It’s okay. We will figure it out.” So we both immediately called the airline where we got shut down, saying there was no way either of were going to be going to Atlanta the next day. After awkwardly asking my dear friend to go, we were on the phone for over three hours. Long story short, only I could go to Atlanta and we had to get up and leave for a two hour drive to San Antonio at four the next morning. So after I finished packing and getting what was basically a nap in, we got up and started packing up the car. I decided to try to take some of the trash out I had accumulated over the course of the night. As I walked outside, I tripped and fell. HARD. I decided to just lay there and cry for a second. Annoyed that something like that would happen.
Once we got to San Antonio and checked in to my flight it hit me that this was goodbye. We said our awkward and rushed goodbye in the middle of the San Antonio airport at like 6:30 in the morning. I flew to Chicago alone (where they don’t serve breakfast, fun fact) and finally headed to Atlanta. Had to figure out how to get to the shuttles, where a nice guy who worked for the Holiday Inn, broke the rules and took me to the hotel. On arriving to the hotel I was slammed with love from my squad. I think I got more hugs from them in the first 20 minutes I got there than I have my whole life!
While being at launch, we found out one of our squad leaders was no longer going with us. It was a heartbreaking conversation. It was like everything that could go wrong, was. It was so overwhelming, discouraging and frustrating. Over and over again I feel like the enemy has put crap in my life since accepting the Lord’s call for this journey. But the love and support I have from my family and squadmates is MORE overwhelming than the frustration I feel when these things happen.
I will continue to trust that He is a good, good Father. Not allow the enemy to take hold of my thoughts. Trust that Victory has already won. Know that He is the Healer and one True God. Believe that He works for the good of those who love Him. Know that my team loves me for exactly who I am and that they want the best for me and will push me through these hard times. Still trusting in Tetelestai.
I know that those short and hard couple of days the Lord was doing a great work in me. Preparing me for the journey that will come the next 11 months. Hard times will come but trusting that He is good will prevail over all things. His work will be done. He will make Himself known in these countries with or without my joy. He is a good good Father.
“For God has not given us a spirit of fear and timidity, but of power, love, and self-discipline.”
2 Timothy 1:7
