Above all, though, I have to say there are four people who I am desperate to see. They are four people who know me well. They know when to laugh at me, laugh with me, and when I just need time alone. They know when I'm being prideful and need to be called out and when I need to be pointed back to The Lord for correction. They know how to make me smile and how to cuddle me tight. And through all of that, they love me so deeply. I am coming home tired. I am coming home worn out. I'm coming home a little broken. Knowing that those four faces will be standing with me throughout these next six weeks is like gold to me. I get to see my dad who gives the world's best hugs and doesn't mind cuddling on the couch even though I'm all grown up. I get to see my mom who is compassionate, encouraging, and is so good at reminding me of God's purpose in all that I'm doing. I get to see my baby sister who so faithfully trusts the Lord and isn't afraid to push me in that direction, but also can push me to let go and be a little ridiculous. And I get to see my big sister, face-to-face for the first time in almost a year. She's one who understands my struggle because she's lived it too and is able to sympathize, give advice, and laugh at all that freaks me out about America. So I may be coming home
tired. I may be coming home worn out. I may be coming home a little broken, but thirty plus years ago when
God gave me life, he knew that I'd be in this place and would need this family. He knew what He was doing and
I'm so grateful.
It's good to be home!