We’re two peas in a pod, my brother and I. Our story goes way back when I first started praying for a little brother to play with, to mess with, to boss around. I think I’ve done quite a nice job at all of that 😛 We’ve always been really close so this next year is going to be especially tough, since we won’t be able to just call each other up on whim to say “hey I’m riding the bus and just wanted to call to see how you’re doing.” Rather than focusing on all the things I’ll miss about my brother, I’m trying to treasure the time I have left in Michigan with him, the crazy moments of playful jesting and pet-name calling. I hope we never loose those moments that remind me why I love him. If ever I need to laugh or scream, I know that I have a friend in my brother.
Throughout the process of applying, deciding, and preparing for the World Race, my parents have struggled to accept God’s will although they don’t particularly like that it takes me so far away. Preparations for the trip have included a lot of stressful things for us to consider in case any of a million awful things happens to me. Despite all of this, my parents have been demonstrating their love and care for me while I’ve been in MIchigan. My mom cooks yummy Chinese food that is fattening me up in preparation for the days I’ll go hungry on the field. My dad gives me wise advice about myself and challenges I may meet in my ministry on the field. Both have blessed me incredibly throughout this process with their willingness to allow me to make prayerful decisions that don’t always make sense. Both of my parents have contributed to me being on this journey and I have peace knowing that I am taking with me their support, love, and prayers.
