Final week.
Wow. I am now just days away from loading my stuff onto a bus and saying farewell to Sevilla as we head up to Madrid to fly home. It is hard to believe that we are meeting the end. In some ways, time has flown and in others its like we have been here forever. Home will feel a bit more like a vacation and I am curious how long it will take me to realize that there will be no more walking through a bustling city that more than quadruples our country in age. No more cobblestone roads, Gothic cathedrals, riverboats, or flamenco bars. There are many mixed emotions running through me as I begin to pack my things. I have barely had time to think about so many elements of this place that I will miss dearly. To say the least this has been a learning and trying year. I feel like God has grown me in a way that could not have been not if I had stayed home. Home. A very relative concept a of late. I can’t tell if I am leaving home or going home. In any case I am looking forward to spending the summer thinking about this past year and letting all that I have experience seep into my identity as it molds me and develops my character for the new roads ahead. I ask that you pray for God’s direction for the next steps in my life and that I will be able to meditate on this year in a way that causes me to redefine who I am in Christ and where I need to be.
