After a spending a week in Brasov, Romania having fun with my squad, our World Race finally came to an end. We flew into New York City and, since I’ve never been there before, a few of us decided to spend a couple days checking out the city before heading home. But now I’ve seen the Statue of Liberty, my NYC hiatus day is over, and I am currently sitting on my Virginia-bound megabus. During this comparatively short 4 hour bus ride, I have nothing else to do burt process this year. So much has happened, so much has changed, and now I’m going home.
I’m going home having seen the world and all of it’s injustices.
I’m going home a completely different person, I’m finally walking into the woman God has made me to be.
I am finally fully dependent on God.
I’m going home secure in my identity and sure in the authority that I have in His name.
I know whom I have believed, more intimately than I ever could have thought possible.
I’m going home having learned to love and how to let others love me.
I’m going home accomplished and with a job well done.
I’m going home in anticipation of what’s to come.
I’m going home. Praise God.
Our last day in Brasov, the Q decided to go out with a bang. We flash-mobbed Brasov City Square. It was the perfect way to end the year.
