When all the goodbyes have been said and hugs given. When all the packing, laughs, squeals, singing, and giggles are done. When 2am snack is consumed. I am left with the thoughts. Thoughts that this is real.
Ministry, at least on the World Race, is over. There are chances for more ministry, of course; ministry doesn’t stop for a Christian, but the World Race does. I have not quite completed the Race yet. I’m in the homestretch, but I can see that finish line getting closer. As it beacons me to it the thoughts come quickly too.
How will I use each moment to the fullest? These are some of the last I’m going to have with my team, and they must matter!
What have I truly learned from this journey? God has shown me much, but I think it will take time to fully grasp the depths of what I’ve learned.
Will I get to see my friends and family from this season ever again? There have been bonds made that I know were forged by God, and I hope and trust He will keep them strong.
Now what. What is that next step? I have an idea of future plans, but what are the immediate steps I should take upon re-entry?
Re-entry. What does that even mean and how will I handle it?
These and more are the questions rolling around my sleep deprived mind. Perhaps they will be answered soon; perhaps it’ll take awhile longer. What I do know now is it has been a good year and I’m so glad God called me to it.
Now this crazy Race is going to take all these thoughts and hope for a nap before the taxi arrives in about an hour.
Through Christ,
Brooke
Proverbs 31:12, Psalm 119:20
