Or maybe it is the other way around..The WR or Jesus took me away from my families, but it sounds more dramatic when you say it the other way around:)
Family. I have been blessed with a
Mother who loves,
Father who hugs,
Sister who listens,
Brother who protects,
and a brother who always makes me laugh.
Family doesn't get much better than that.
When I left for the World Race, I had to say goodbye to all of them, knowing I would miss out on their lives for 11 months. I knew I would be missing the family dinners, birthday parties, random phone calls, laughing sessions and the good times that my family always has when we get together.
The first week in South Africa I had the opportunity to live with a family. Pastor Danny and his wife, Vivian welcomed 5 of us Racers with open arms into their home. Family. Their son, daughter-in-law, granddaughter and grandson would come over for dinners. Memories. Doesn't my family do this? Yes. Saddened. I love this family, but I miss my family with our inside jokes and the way we connect. I want to hold my new niece in my arms.
Pastor Danny and his wife, Vivian
*Photo taken by Jordan Clark: Jordan Clark Photography. Check him out. He is pretty great!
*Isn't she just perfect?
It came time to head back to the camp to be reunited with our team, and I cried. I didn't want to go. I love my team, but I was finally a part of a real family, and the World Race was going to take that away from me by making me be a part of a team again. I had a break from the Race for a week. It sort of felt surreal.
So now the Race has taken me away from 2 different families.
But wait….isn't this what I signed up for? Didn't I know that I would be pushed out of my comfort zone and out of the normalcy of my life?
Yes.
The relationships that I have will continue to be a blessing, but I am finding my peace and comfort in my relationship with the Lord.
Coming Soon: A blog on ministry in South Africa. Stay tuned.
