…the more excited I get to come home.
Not because I’m tired of this life.
I love my teammates and never having to be alone.
I love walking everywhere.
I love being greeted by kids on the street wherever we go.
I love seeing new places and trying new things.
I love doing something different every month, sometimes every week.
But the more things I see and do and learn,
the more excited I get to share them.
I’m tired of only sharing my stories through writing.
I’m tired of working around time zones and unreliable internet just to Skype someone for twenty minutes.
I’m tired of not being able to hug the people who are praying for me every day.
I have a great life right now. And it is real life.
But it isn’t my permanent life.
God isn’t calling me to pack up and move every 30 days for the rest of my life. He isn’t even calling me to live overseas forever. And that is okay. More on that later.
I’ve got blessings on blessings. I get three more months with my (F)amily, in three new cointries on one new continent, where the sky is bigger than anywhere else in the world, and then I get to see my family, in my favorite medium-small town in the world, where I have a Moe’s within walking distance.
From my squadmates and the stars, to my mom and burritos, nowhere in my future will I be without people and things that I love.
All of this gives me overwhelming peace. Both about where I am and about where I’m going.
Home will always be there. I’m glad God called me away from it for a while, because the rest of the world is a pretty great place too.
