He takes us from glory to glory.
I heard that in a sermon once and have never forgot it. I think of it even more when I’m in transition. As excited as I am for the World Race it’s still hard to leave home. Teary goodbyes are rough. Saying goodbye to a hot shower and comfy bed is a somber affair. It’s so worth it, but still.
I’ve been waiting for my moment. When my heart catches up with all of the goodbyes. Right now, sitting in DIA waiting for my flight, it has. I feel heavy with the absence of my friends and family. I thought that I might feel lighter after deciding to live with less. I thought I would feel freer if I gave myself space from relationships that have become unhealthy. Instead, I’m torn with an ache for that life and the anticipation and excitement for what’s to come.
The father reminded me that his plan is to move his children from one glory to another glory.
So even though my stomach has butterflies and I still have tears in my eyes, I’m ready for his glory. I’m nervous but I can’t wait to embrace the wild journey that lies ahead.
