I am currently sitting in the airport getting ready to take off for my first country. I have a layover in Ft Lauderdale them I am off to Colombia. On Saturday I said goodbye to my rocks. The man and women who raised me, established the love and fear of the Lord. That was the hardest one of them all. There were tears shed (mainly my own) and just time spent between the three of us. We spent it watching planes take off and land, and just in prayer that not only I would come home with amazing God stories but that they’ll have their own to share. I know I should (hopefully) see them in April for the parent trip. The next 11 months are going to be my biggest growing experience. I have never been out of the country without one of my parents nor have been away from them for more than a week. But I am going out and living this life long dream of mine that I’ve always had. Traveling the world and telling them about the good news. I know this next year is going to be difficult and I am going to get home sick. But I know the Lords got me and has a greater plan that I don’t know about until I am at that place.
