My first week home has been…great, weird, hard, different…filled with love. 

I was blown away by the response I received upon returning to church.  My heart swelled learning how many people have missed me and are thrilled to have me home.  They all are disappointed for me that I had to come home early, but so happy to have me back.  This has been my feeling as well.

God has certainly made it clear that I am to be here, safe, healthy and loved.  I have been adjusting well, falling back into place with family and friends and with kidWorship.  I had no intentions of returning to serve in our kidMinistry, but less than a week went by and one of my BFFs has lovingly persuaded me to rejoin her at a service on Saturday night.  My heart belongs to kidWorship…it’s my gift. 

So I have been good.  I have been feeling…good.  Until tonight.  Tonight I spent some time on Facebook, looking at pictures of my squad, my team, and reading their posts about the upcoming travel days.  Now, not that I was ever a huge fan of the travel days: lugging my huge pack around, lack of sleep, small spaces…but I broke down tonight.  I MISS EVERYTHING ABOUT THE RACE!!  I want to be there, not here.  I want to be traveling with my team.  I just want to be with my team.  I miss them so much.  Tonight I can’t stop the tears from flowing.  I know God has great plans for me here at home, but tonight, I want the Race. 

My heart is unsettled.  Torn between following God’s plan and missing what I thought was God’s plan.  Tonight, I am a bit broken hearted over what God has brought me into, but when He throws me a curve ball, it’s time to step up and swing.  So while I am depressed tonight, tomorrow is a new day.  So until tomorrow, keep me in your prayers.  Thank you God, for challenging me every step of the way!