Wow. I finished the world race. 9 months of praying over people, crying with teammates during the hard times, holding babies, worshiping the Lord, laughing and dancing late at night, flying hours on hours and growing deeper intimacy with the father and his people. I had tons of hard goodbyes this year but leaving my squad was by far the hardest. I’ve felt every emotion a human can feel in the past 24 hours and it’s kind of impossible to process all that is happening. However, the Lord is already teaching me and prompting me to look for him in this hard transition.
As I waited at a “help me” desk before my flight yesterday morning I was fighting back tears due to all the stress of trying to manage my way through JFK airport and having just said goodbyes to my second family the night before. I asked the Lord to send me someone kind or something familiar to bring me a little peace and up walks an older African man. He started talking to me and I had no idea what he was saying because of his accent and I felt immediate comfort because that’s what I’ve been used to for the past 3 months. I just smiled and nodded as he smiled big at me. Then after that flight, as I waited for my next one, I met a guy named Mike who asked me a million questions about my trip and was so excited to hear all the Lord was doing. It’s crazy how faithful our God is that he even answers little prayers like that in order to comfort his children, not once but TWICE!!
Transition isn’t easy and it probably won’t get any easier but I am thankful that I have a God that is with me through it all. Everyone around me isn’t going to get it, but at least I know he always gets it.
