There has been so much heartache in this squad. We have had a lot thrown at us. Even before we left the country. Family members, who are lost, have cancer, have a death in the family or really close family friend, and had other health issues. A lot of us have had to put our faith and trust in God to test when it came to support deadlines. We still do. We have had three squad mates choose to go home. We have a squad mate get really sick and is at home getting medical attention. We have fought spiritual darkness. We have fought extreme home sickness.
Living in a community like this has made it where we feel each other’s pain. Our squad has had a different experience than a lot of other squads in the sense of how much we have met up. We have met up at the end of each month as well as in the middle of month two. We know each and every one on the squad. We care for each other. Our heart breaks when we find out bad news of squad mates’ families and friends.
God has blessed us with how close we’ve become. We didn’t know each other five months ago. We’ve become prayer warriors for each other. For each other’s families. For each other’s friends. For whatever anyone needs. We prefer each other insanely well. We fight for each other. We desire to go deep with each other.
I, with other squad mates, cried with a squad mate who found some bad news last night. We prayed over her. We hung onto her. We tried to comfort her. God has placed us all together for a reason. We may not know what that reason is right now but there is big one. I am thankful for the people God placed on this squad. I am thankful for what God has shown me throughout these heartaches. I know there are going to be more. I know that Satan is going to try to whisper lies to us when we are most vulnerable. That is when we will seek out our squad mates. That is when we will be on our faces crying out to God and waiting for direction.
I didn’t sleep well at all last night. I didn’t fall asleep til around 4:30AM and woke up around 8ish. Then again I wasn’t sleepy while reading blogs until 3 then I reflected in my journal til I couldn’t keep my eyes up. I couldn’t stop thinking about the squad and all of the battles we have fought. God brought me back to the day of my dad’s stroke. That is what I was reflecting on last night because I thought I hadn’t let myself process through all of that. I just wrote about part of that day. Just up to the part where we left our house to go to the emergency room.
