I woke up in a warm bed this morning. I didn’t hear the whispers of my teammates or dread the upcoming workout. I didn’t worry about what was for breakfast or what clothes smelled better than others. I knew my hot shower was only feet away. My clean water was in the kitchen instead of a hike across campus… and I never needed a flashlight to find it. I woke up with no sense of urgency. I’m home.
On the flight back to Seattle I tried to process the past ten days. The friendships I have made and the lessons I have learned… the mission ahead. It might take a little longer than the 5 hour flight, but I have a good grasp on it.
There is something about waking up with cold feet and a nose that has been chilled to its core. There is something to be said about ME hiking up the side of a “mountain.” There is something to be said about laying your identity at Jesus feet. There is something to be said about community with 50+ people. There is something to be said about trusting people you don’t know. Being stripped of all you think you are…and all you think you can do leaves nothing you can cling onto. It’s just you… and God. And in the midst of that uncomfortable detachment from distractions and norms, you find a peace that passes all understanding.
As I process more about training I’ll post it up… God showed up and I am so excited about next year!
