During our travels to our month nine location in Zambia, we had a flight from Sofia, Bulgaria, to Istanbul, Turkey. The flight is about an hour, and there was barely enough time to get in the air, get get the passengers food and drinks, clean everything up, and land. Because of the tight time frame, I ended up with a cup of Turkish tea in my hand as the plane descended into Istanbul. I actually got to sip on tea while looking out over the Mediterranean Sea with the cargo ships and waves everywhere. It was pretty great.
I also found myself reading all of the Turkish everywhere on the airplane and in Ataturk Airport. It was actually a little weird that I could read all the signs, and understand a small portion of them.
As the squad as waiting for everyone to gather to check into our next flight, I found my brain focused on the people coming into the airport, remembering back to almost 4 years before when I was getting out of a taxi in that same spot. I was getting on a flight headed back to America from my time in Central Asia and Turkey. I realized just how easy it would have been to grab my bag, take advantage of the visa in my passport, and walk out the doors of the airport.
There are no words to describe the sadness and heart feelings that came with checking into the airline and leaving Istanbul behind me. I know that I’m on this Race because God wants me here, but it doesn’t make leaving the city I want to be in any easier.
God’s timing is better than mine. He knows when I need to here there. He knows my path to get there. It still hurts.
Africa, here I come! God has me coming for a reason, so look out!
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