Newark Airport, New Jersey
I’m writing this blog in the airport before Blake and I head home. Him to Nashville and me to Raleigh. Checking in, I’ve been so conditioned to have my passport ready, it was weird to use my license for the first time in 9 months. Everyone speaks English and Americans are as crazy and diverse as I remember them. What’s even more crazy is that this lifestyle and season is coming to an end. It’s sobering sitting down with the guys and waiting for the time to pass for our flights. But there is so much to come.
We are changed, God has moved so much in our time away. As I mourn in the next couple of days/weeks and transition home, I’ll be working through these last nine months. Putting down the memories, thoughts, people, places, and everything I can cram on paper hopefully. This “in-between” space, that sits after the journey and before the next, feels so suspended. Like it’s hanging and as everything comes to settle, I feel gravity’s pull a little more. Yet like any transition, God proves His strength and love in our weakness.
So…if I seem to hibernate or come off as quiet, I am still okay. I will not be that way for long. This trip and all it has been and done in me will take a while to digest.
So…if you ask me how I’m doing, I will probably say I don’t know. If there is anything I am pursuing in this next season, it is an honesty and genuineness I want to share with you as I do so with Him.
I want to tell you about my trip. I want you to join in it with me as I come home. Equally, I will be excited to hear about your last 9 months of life.
I’ll be posting as I come home so stay tuned. I love you all. I can’t wait to see you. Thank you for following me on this journey.
-Will
