Two Years
Two years ago, I was packing up my car, heading to a two month training. I said goodbye to a lot of fabulous people and trusted that leaving behind my family, friends, and home was the way God was calling me to serve Him. After training, I had to say goodbye to everyone again, before boarding a plane to move to Bulgaria. It didn't hit me until I was sitting in the airport waiting for the gate to open that I was really leaving the home I'd had for 22 years. I was leaving my life of predictability and security and flying into the unknown. The years that followed that plane trip have been crazy. There's no other word for it. I've done so much that I never thought I would, or didn't even know that I could do. So I wanted to write down my story. I don't have any wonderful reflections, yet. I think I'll need some time to make lists and process everything that's happened, but I have pictures and a hope that I've walked worthy of my calling. In the p...