Yet it is.
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What do you do when dreams and plans don’t happen the way they were supposed to?
What do you do when dreams come true, but you’re not there to see it?
What do you do when your dearest and best friend steps forward into the beautiful plans God has for her life and you’re not there for any of it?
What do you do when serving God causes you to miss a death, an engagement, a wedding, and so much more?
What do you do when God asks you to take up your cross, die to self, and follow Him?
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You trust. You surrender. You shed many, many tears, and you allow God to comfort, fill, strenthen, and carry you on.
Losing my Umpa was hard, followed so closely by my Uncle Charlie. I am still grieving, and I’m not sure I will stop, at least during the Race. When I get home it may be a fresh grief.
My closest friend is getting married! My heart is overjoyed and rejoicing in God’s beautiful blessings, yet it is with a hint of sadness, because I will not be there.
It is hard being a missionary, but that is why the reason has to be God and not your own strength. Had I been here of my own desire and choice I would have gone home a month ago. It is only my love and desire for God that keeps me in this path.
So maybe this isn’t what I thought it was supposed to look like, but God is the Author of this life story, and He already had these pages written. All I can do is pray, trust, and walk boldly into each moment as it comes. God has been there and will be there with me.
