He called us back home.
So home we came. My bag may have been heavier when it finally reached the Los Angeles airport, maybe it was lighter and I just couldn’t tell; all I knew is that I had way too many emotions tucked away somewhere; weighing me down with each step I took and with each hug I received.
It was over. My 11 months in 11 different countries, amazing race world mission had now come to an end. I couldn’t tell you who won, maybe we all did, but I felt like I had lost everything I knew. A year ago I stepped into the most life-changing experience of my 22 years of life. One year later I walked back into Texas, back into the room I grew up in and woke up in the same bed believing that it was all a dream. A very unforgettable and seemingly distant dream.
How do you process something like that?
I have no idea. But I do know that I must write something and hence; the Look Back series has been born. Over the next few months, years or endless decades, I will be processing my trip by writing about whatever comes to mind for each month. By the grace of God I will look back and remember what He tried to teach me, what I refused to learn and what He eventually pounded into my head and wrote on my heart. I will share the hard moments and the lighter ones, the stories and the pictures and a few of the blogs that were written along the way and in the moment.
Here’s to processing one word and many late nights at a time.