"Have you ever had a plan fall spectacularly to pieces??"

Breathe.

Just Breathe.

In the quiet.

I can Hear. Taste. See.

Feel them.

Vibrant memories rising.

Days filled with Truth. Freedom.

Acceptance. Depth. Pain

Compassion. Warmth.

Trust.

Expectations. Plans.

Reservations buried gracefully

beneath ashes.

Remains of everything falling

spectacularly to

pieces.

Six months ago,

I set off on a journey.

I sat in

Silence

on a flight from Los Angeles

to Washington D.C.

The truth,

I was on a journey of abandonment.

reflection. change. growth.

Truth. I was also

on a journey of

Escape.

On a flight to Honduras.

Surrounded by over 40 strangers.

My intentions were partially

Masked.

 

Constantly told-

"These people will become your family."

In the depths of my heart

I vowed to keep them at arms length.

My plan-

Follow God.

Ulterior motive. Escape

broken friendships and unspoken words

from back home.

In this process, a plan to escape

further mishaps.

Six months later,

I'm standing in the

aftermath

of God gloriously wrecking my heart.

my plans-

Vulnerable.

Quiet tears.

Uncontrollable sobs of fear.

God I love them.

How did this happen?

Your telling me I might have

to let them

GO!

Quirky. Mischievous. Comforting.

Funny. Sometimes obnoxious. Loud.

Sisters.

I love them.

Some would look from afar and say

dysfunctional family.

But they are my family.

Somewhere between Guatemala

and Bulgaria I let you start tearing

down the walls around my heart.

Fast forward.

Open. Scared. But Open.

Sitting in Romania.

Bottom bunk. Pouring out my

heart

to my team.

God.

You asked me to pray

about leaving early.

You asked me to trust you with

my journey.

To allow you to determine my

steps whether stateside or abroad.

Fearful of seeking your heart fully.

Fearful that it will include hard

goodbyes.

Vibrant memories rising. Unforgettable

moments. Exhaustion in

Honduras. Valentines dates in

El Salvador. Chicken buses in Guatemala.

White washing in Albania. Road trips

in Bulgaria. Hipster Grandmas in Romania.

Every moment speaks for itself.

God I trust you with all the pieces of my

life.

Wreck my plans.

Wreck my heart.

I trust that you are good.

That you love me and want the best for me.

I hold my hands wide open

sitting in silence

waiting for your answer

"yes, I will climb this mountain!"