The first time I left SCH, at the end of my first month of the race, I never thought I would be coming back, especially not right after the race. But God has a wonderful sense of humor. Looking back at last month, at the end of my month 11, I was in no place to go home. God knew that well before I did, and I loved that He knew exactly what I needed to be ready to go home. I needed one more month of the race.
I needed one more month to love on orphans. I needed one more month of being uncomfortable (I'll be honest, I got a little too comfortable for my own good in Eastern Europe). I needed one more month of living with amazing community (even though I had to say goodbye to my race community, I was blessed with some awesome roommates in India). I needed God telling me over and over again that it was okay that I didn't have my life all figured out. And I also needed one more month of being reminded that although I am a work in progress, it is okay, because He is not finished with me yet.
My "month 12" wasn't easy, but God used one precious little orphaned girl to daily teach me lessons about His love for me. Precious Jodi, I came back to India to help teach you how to walk, but God used you to teach me so much more. (Quick update on Jodi, she can now take several steps on her own when some one first stabilizes her and she can walk with direction, aka choose where she wants to go)
So while I am sad to finally saying goodbye to this chapter of my life, I am excited to see what God has in store next. The immediate plan: board a plane in Hyderabad, India tomorrow. A plane headed to America! After 12 months of being abroad of serving God abroad, I am finally coming home!
