The last few moments in America were weird. Not bad, just weird. My parents like I said in the last blog drove me LAX. As we stood in the airport we look around trying not to make eye contact for fear of breaking the dam that held back oceans of tears. We made small talk, making coments about random posters and signs that were meaningless from their onset. But, how do you say good-bye for that amount of time. I looked for words of meaning and encouragement that would change their lives forever but in the end I could barely get out an “I Love You” which concluded with short hugs and us walking away for a year.
I still sit here wondering if I am crazy, which I probably am. It feels like I am watching someone else walk out my life, and I am just part of the peanut gallery enjoying the view. But I constantly remind myself that God wants me here and he has a plan for me. Even though I am not ready He is ready to change me radically. And through thinking this, I find peace.
I am currently in the Hong Kong Airport (I don’t really know the official name). Sitting in Barney purple chairs with elevator music lulling our excitement, fears, and craziness. I can see the sunrise over the mountains, which strangely does not look much different from the mountains that I have been ooing and ahhing for days in California, which comforts me into thinking I am not as far as I really am. I have a few hours here until we board another flight to Manila, Philippines. Rumor has it that we will be staying there for a whole month instead of just til the end of September which will be good for training! I hope to write again when I get to Phil.
I love you all and I appreciate your prayers. Feel free to email me at [email protected]!
Chels
