Sometimes, there are no words. Or really, it's just that they aren't adequate.
And that's how I feel every time I think about posting to my blog.
I left Colombia. I'm back. And even though I made the choice, even though I still think it was a good choice, even though I'm excited to see where God leads me, it's those first words that echo in my heart as the tears roll down my cheeks. I left.
Leaving is hard. So hard.
2 comments:
Oh Annie, I will absolutely be lifting you up. Even though you know it's the right things, it is so very, very hard. Praying for your heart and as you adjust to life in the states. Praying for peace and strength and clarity as to what God is calling you too next. And it's ok to be sad and grieve.
Praying for you!
O Annie, I, too, will pray for you. I remember those days. And I didn't have near the time of absence you've, but I remember not knowing the English word, unconsciously greeting incorrectly, and the uncomfortable, inconsistent feeling that you should be - somewhere - other - than here. You'll adjust and you'll wonder and you'll grow and you'll cry and you'll rejoice and who knows what God will do?
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