Friends
Without much notice, all the plans I had held close and made for the next few years of my life were being redirected. I found myself flying over an ocean, making my way back home to my family when I should have been en route to Africa for an outreach trip instead. Sickness had crept upon me, and to home I was returning—with zero plans and many bittersweet feelings. At first, I believed the lie that told me my return meant I had failed. It meant that I was no longer fulfilling the calling on my life and pursuing some great mission—or so it seemed. However, it didn’t take too long for me to realize that through the grace, kindness, and understanding my family extended towards me, the Lord was working all things together for my good. Our good, really. As each day passed, it became more evident that the…Continue Reading