After 11 months of holding children, comforting orphans, loving on the elderly, helping the poor and homeless, church planting, sports camp, fundraising, and other ministry’s. I have landing on American soil. Once in LAX the check-point guard said "Welcome Home"! At that moment I knew I was home, even thou I was still on the west coast it didn't matter I was in the United States.
No more traveling with 50 other squad mates it's just me. Now I'll tell you a little secret, I was nervous to travel on my on. I had a connecting flight in O' Hara Chicago, and then homeward bound to Allentown! It may seem not a big deal. When you have two great logistics men like we did on our squad, our team was always on time (well sort of traffic doesn't count), and we always made it on time to any airport. All I had to do was follow all the other white people…haha.
What I'm trying to say is now I'm on my own no more people to follow no more relying on other people. This also means no having to ask my leader if I can go do something, or when to go to ministry. All that is behind me now, I have to go back to reality… back to reality (back to reality oops there goes gravity). You get the gist.
I won’t lie when I say I'm anxious, nervous, excited all in one… to go back. I know things will have changed back home. Things can change in a day…a week…a month. I’ve been gone a year, so I do expect change. I just hope I can keep up with it.
Whatever comes I know I will have the strength of God to help me. I'm ready to be back home. I’m ready to start the path that God has laid out for me. I’m ready Lord….use me at your will!
