I have officially been at home for a week now and it still doesn’t feel real. My mentor, Kacie, told us that re entry looks different for everyone. That there is no formula and the most important thing is your intimacy with God.
The anticipation to be home was high and I didn’t think that I would grieve as much as I have since being home. I didn’t think that I would be so overwhelmed just being in my room and looking at all of my “stuff.” I didn’t think that I wouldn’t have an appetite for all of my favorite foods. I didn’t think that a lot of my pants wouldn’t fit from gaining some weight. I didn’t think I wouldn’t be able to go into Chick-fil-A because of too many people. The reason why all of these things surprised me is because I thought home was going to fix most of my problems, but it didn’t. God is the only one who I can truly take refuge in.
I am reminded of the Psalms 5:7
But I enter your house by the abundance of your faithful love; I bow down toward your holy temple in reverential awe of you.
Home is not my refuge, He is my refuge.
I think most of us have a place or something that we turn to for comfort instead of the Lord. I encourage you to pray and ask him what that is and then ask the Lord why that is where you find your refuge. This is something I have been struggling with since being home so I have decided to take some time off social media and my phone and rest in the Lord this week.
I want to say thank you to all who supported me and to everyone who have been praying since I was accepted. I honestly don’t have words to describe everything I’ve seen or experienced. I’m just truly blessed to have had the opportunity to be the hands and feet of Jesus around the world.
