We sit silently, surrounded by hiking gear and high-end socks. She contentedly sips her Dasani water, face peaceful, blank. I slip my arm around her shoulder, and she slides close to me, feet hanging off the wooden bench. “I’m gonna miss you when I’m gone, Sister”
“I’m gonna miss you too.”
“Do you think you’ll stay in our room while I’m away?”
“Yeah.”
“Is there anything that you want to change?”
“You’re only gonna me gone for two months,” smiling eyes meet mine.
January to April—that seems like a good long while, I guess it’s not in the whole scheme of things. Come Thursday, I’ll be hauling a bloated suitcase onto a plane that’ll fly me across the pond to England, away from my Kansas home. Honestly, I was dreading the trip a week ago, but excitement’s welling up in me as the hours until departure slip by. I simply love adventure--it’s divine! The rawness of the unknown, the beauty of discovery, it’s just wonderful. I’m chomping at the bit for a change of scenery, and it’s time for an adventure. Oh, it’s HIGH time for an adventure! (When is it not?...)
I cannot wait to discover what the Lord has in store for these next few months. So much loving prayer has been poured over me regarding this trip, so much encouragement, and so much love. I believe this will be an experience that I’ll draw from for years to come.
Thank you dear friends and sweet family for the love and support you’ve offered me. As excited as I am to go, I’m already as excited to come back home to you all!
Lord willing, next time I write, I shall be across the sea!
Blessings to you all
