I’ve been on the race for almost 6 months. I’m at the halfway point. I love my squad and everyone that I’ve gotten to meet over the course of this crazy journey. I am constantly surrounded by new people and always making friends. I’m loving what I am doing but sometimes when I think of people at home, I feel forgotten.
You see, life goes on as normal back home. Friends are working or going to school and they’re returned to their routines. I’m no longer that one person doing that crazy cool thing. Excitement over what I’m doing and keeping up with all of it has dwindled. Blog views have plummeted (not that they were that high to begin with). Text conversations don’t usually happen unless I initiate them and they don’t last more than a few messages. Aside from my parents, requests for FaceTime chats or phone calls are nonexistent.
I’ve learned that this is part of the cost of saying “yes” to following the Lord in this season.
People will move on- it will happen. Friendships will be different. It is impossible to maintain the exact same relationship with someone when you go from seeing them every day to talking once a month or less. It doesn’t mean friendships can’t last, it just means that they will be different.
It isn’t that people aren’t interested and don’t want to stay friends, they just don’t think about it. I’ve been gone 5.5 months and I’m not at the forefront of their minds anymore- and that’s okay. I don’t want people to spend every day thinking about what I’m doing and not being present in their own lives. I simple want to know that people care.
And they do.
This feeling that I am forgotten is not of the Lord but from the enemy. Every insecurity I have about being forgotten is being attacked. The enemy has found a foothold in my heart and this is a lie that I am struggling to overcome. But, it is just that, A LIE.
My friends don’t have to read all my blogs or text me every day for me to know that they care, that they miss me, and that they are excited for me to come home. I KNOW that they may think I’m crazy for doing this “World Race thing” but that they are proud of the person I am becoming. I KNOW that they may not understand this experience and they may not know how to help me when I transition into being home but I KNOW that they will be there for me.
I have incredible friends and people in my corner. I will NOT let the enemy tell me they don’t care about me.
I am NOT forgotten.
