11. Days.
Until I leave this place and the people I have called home for so long. Eleven days until I leave my sweet momma. These past couple of weeks have been really hard. Doubt that my father is truly good has been so prominent. But you know what? The lies I keep hearing are becoming really old. Like dang, Satan, come up with something new every once in a while.
The last bits and pieces of gear are coming in, and I only need to make one more run to TJMAXX for undies & socks. I said goodbye to a lot of people, but not all of them. I have thought about packing, but haven’t.
My stomach is filled to the brim with butterflies. My heart is starting to get a little sad, but then again, it is what I have been getting ready for my entire life; this sojourn within a sojourn. I know the World Race is not going to be the greatest thing in my life, but right now it sure feels like it.
I can not wait to meet these to-be brothers (and sisters, but I will not be seeing you for like, two weeks because of the big ‘Rona) of mine. I’m actually going to boast about them a little: I am boasting because so many people have joined and dropped from Gap C these last nine months. But not one, ONE, of these men have dropped. Their faith is to be envied. So, to Cole, Reed, Nick, Alex, Josten, and Jason, I am psyched to make stories with you all. It is gonna be legendary.
To everyone who has supported me, I really can not thank you enough. I would not be able to grow in love as I am about to without your help. When I come back, I am going to look more like my Father than I ever have before. I am so excited to share my stories with you.
It’s a bittersweet thing. But Iron Man said to his sweet daughter one time, “Part of the journey is the end.” So, to these past 18 years, I’ll catch you later.
But, for now, I really need to go get those undies.
-Elijah
