One week ago, this was my view:
For two days I either followed this truck or was driving this truck. (Don’t worry, I took this pic while stuck in a construction caused traffic jam.)
It’s weird. My parents were so anxious to get home as we drove from Texas to Illinois. I never really felt that same level of angst. I was content traveling all day and sleeping in hotels. It wasn’t until we finally arrived at my parents’ house that I began to fully understand why. The relief was all over their faces. No more driving and a lot more being home.
Home. Right then I realized I no longer have a home. I’ve called Texas home for four years. My parents moved while I was living in Texas, so the house and town they live in now has never been my home. Without any pomp and circumstance I had given up something I never realized I was going to miss. A place to return to every night; where walls are covered with memories and my comfort is of the highest priority.
At first I was sad. I moped a little, I’m not going to lie. However, as this week of staying with my parents has progressed, I’ve realized that giving up my home for a year is not a bad thing. In giving up my own comfort, I’m seeking the comfort of others. A fluffy bed and pillows will be but a dream. Instead, I’ll be surrounded by a loving community of amazing people. There won’t be a place on the ever changing walls on which to hang my favorite memories; still, I’ll be making new memories to hang on future walls. I may not have a home in the physical sense, nevertheless, there is always a home waiting for me in the presence of God.
Please join me in praying for my squad and team as we head to Launch on Monday. We’ll be leaving for the Domincan Republic a week from today. The next update will be from the Race itself!
Fundraising Update: Together we have made it past the 50% mark! Thank you so much for helping me reach this goal. There is still a long ways to go, however! Spread the word and keep the prayers coming and surely God will provide!
