As I walked out of my grandfather’s assisted living, it finally hit. I really am leaving. This isn’t a dream. I’m not leaving for a few weeks as I had in college, I’m leaving for 11 months. I’ve said many goodbyes but I’m finally starting to feel them.
My heart hurts to know that I will be missing out on many things…birthdays, weddings, babies (you know who you are), engagements, etc. I have also come to terms with I could potentially be saying some final goodbyes to some important people.
Every time I get upset I feel surrounded by the Lord and an overwhelming feeling that He truly has me in His arms. I am chosen, but more than that I am called. I am called to serve Him across the world.
For all the people that have encouraged me, donated to me and prayed for me I appreciate it more than I could ever put into words. The parties, the gifts, the cards and the support have been so so special.
I leave in just a few hours. It’s crazy to think that it’s really here. One year ago this was a far off dream but today it’s reality.
There are many things that this journey could potentially bring but I hope to learn to fully live as the hands and feet of Jesus.
Today I am trusting that what lies in the unknown is worth the journey to get there. See ya soon, Africa!
