32000 feet in the air again, and I feel at ease. I’m in a place that’s been familiar to me even before the race. This time I’m not traveling with 50 other people. Now it’s just me. It’s got me thinking about this crazy year.
I’ve been “home” for about a month now.
However, moving into a house I haven’t lived at before, learning my way around a new city and state, and figuring out where I fit into this daily rhythm, this season is just as new as any month on the race. At the same time, it’s familiar and normal.
Sometimes the race feels like it was a dream. Then there’s me finding the balance in remembering and living. Learning how to communicate all that the race was and all the people that meant so much when words fail me at times.
Sometimes the memories are the negative stuff- miscommunications, hard goodbyes, and having to go through the neighborhood to shower just to be locked out. Then I think of the good memories the sweet moments of worship, laughing with my teammates, and a breakthrough in a relationship with a local.
“Home” no longer is a place for me. Home is relationships with people I love. People that have seen the good side and ugly side. People who accept me and love me and point me back to God when I need to be. More than that, home is in God. He’s the person that’s been with me before, through all these countries, and even now as I sort through what life looks like now and in the future. He will always be near. He will always be familiar, even when my surroundings are not.
You may be curious what is next. I do want to go back, specifically to Asia. I believe that God has called me to a season of missions. What that looks like yet? I’m not sure. However, I would love for you to be part of this journey. I plan to send out some letters summarizing the race, start a Facebook group for updates/prayer requests, and an iPhone/iPad photo share. If you would like to be part of any of those groups, let me know!
Thank you for your support. God bless and merry Christmas!
