I have about two months left on the world race. Going home is a reality and the family God gave me for the last 7 months will be spread out around the U.S./world. In 2 months I’m going to have a bed with sheets and a blanket, a shower that doesn’t connect to the rest of the bathroom, a washer and dryer, a clean towel, people that speak my language, cell service, and I’ll be able to talk to family and friends face to face. But it also means that I’m not going to be with my new family of 7. My team: corbyn, grace, moriah, Emma, Noah, Cole and Luke are the people I wake up and see there faces. There isn’t a day I’ve had to be separated from them. We eat together, live together and serve the King together. I forgot what life was like without them. They have seen my absolute worst, my best, everything in between and they still love me. They push me to live for Christ. I hate thinking of leaving my people.
Even though leaving them sounds like hell, I’m so excited for summer, school, seeing my parents, brothers, cousins, and best friends. The season I’m in is amazing and I want to hold on to every memory; the season the Father is bringing me into I know is going to be difficult but I feel that joy is going to overwhelm me. I have every emotion when I think of returning to life in America.
