That's how long I'm giving myself to mourn the end of my time in Asia.
Twenty four more hours to be sad, to reminisce, to soak in every last drop of this continent.
The Lord has been so good to me in Southeast Asia. It's hard to put into words what has happened here, because I'm not sure I can even fully wrap my mind around it yet. This has been a season of newness. Of receiving. Of dreaming. Of saying YES to the Lord. Of walking in who I am – who He really created me to be – after being stripped and broken and put back together in Central America. My emotions have been all over the place – I’ve gone from feeling like I’d never be able to pick myself up off of the floor again to beingoverwhelmed with gratitude for all that the Lord was doing in and around me. And through it all, the goodness of the Lord has been my constant reality.
Not only that, but I just adore this place. The people. The food. The sights and smells and sounds. The culture. This was the leg of the race I was most excited for when I signed up, and it has lived up to the hype in my head and heart.
And so I’m mourning. Because the season is coming to an end.
The wind has changed, the leaves have turned, and they are already fluttering to the ground. Tomorrow a new season begins. Tomorrow we fly to Africa.
It’s a change I haven’t let myself dwell on much. I’ve been too busy reveling in the beauty of what I have here. And although today I’m grieving all that I leave behind, when I step on that plane tomorrow it will be with a ready heart. A heart that is expectant of what the Lord will do in Africa. Knowing that I walk into Africa carrying all that the Lord has done and who He has shaped me into during my time in Thailand, Cambodia, Vietnam and Malaysia. I’ll walk onto that plane with a heart that is ready to dance into yet a new season, knowing that as good as the past was, I was created for such a time as THIS. I was created to live in the present.
So today I mourn. But tomorrow… tomorrow I dance. All the way to Africa!
