The last week of this month brought a completely unexpected change. One girl on my squad decided to go home. She happened to be on the team of 5 leaving only 4 girls, and they couldn’t leave it with that few. Knowing my team was the largest with 8 people, I was worried they would split us up. A couple days after the announcement, my squad leaders pulled me out of preschool and sat me down to tell me they were moving me and another girl on my team. My fear was realized; I am being taken away from my family and am going to have to start at square 1 with a new group of people.
My team was split up in 3 different houses our first month and our second month we were living with the whole squad, so we hadn’t gotten to really get the full experience of being a team yet. We were so excited for India to all live together and get to know each other the way you only can when you’re together 24/7. And now I don’t get to be a part of that. The 6 of them will make memories I won’t be a part of anymore. It hurts to know that I won’t be a member of Team Braveheart, the team I started this race with. I love each of them and have gotten to see God use them and their gifts to serve others. They are a powerful team and India has no idea what’s coming.
I have spent the past week processing and grieving the loss of my old team. I have no idea why God is putting me on a new team, and I may not for a while, but I know it’s a part of His plan. If I have learned anything from my past, it is that God is still good despite the circumstances.
He is still faithful.
He will provide.
He is sovereign.
When I was trying to process this change the first day I found out, God led me to Isaiah 41:13: “For I am the Lord, your God, who takes hold of your right hand and says to you, Do not fear; I will help you.” In that moment I held out my right hand for my Heavenly Father to take, to guide me through this unwanted change because I trust Him and will follow where He leads.
