The longest I've been gone was when I spent 6 weeks in Moldova. But coming back with so many things in my head and heart that was exposed and enlightened, it was difficult to communicate them to people. And I still learn something new from my time there. It prepared me for moving into an apartment with 5 other girls, which is preparing me to graduate and possibly spend a year in China alone.
So many questions go through my head:
Will I have community there?
Will I be able to adjust to the culture?
Will I be able to speak the language?
Will friends and family back home forget about me?
Will my church family be okay?
Will everyone move on while I'm away?
Will I have community when I return?
Will I be able to readjust back to "normal" life in the States?
Will everyone be married?
Will I be the only single one?
Will my life change so much that I can no longer stay in the same place?
Will my heart ache too much to stay in the culture I was sent, or will it hurt too much to be away from the place I've called home for 25 years?
So many thoughts, so many questions. The only thing I can do is to pray earnestly for the Lord to give me peace wherever he takes me, because I know that whatever lies ahead it will be challenging. But I know that he has given me community here and now so I will have prayer warriors supporting me for when I go.
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