Actually, 6 months ago today to the minute I was on the plane from Dallas to Amarillo with 10 minutes to go before I landed.
Thinking back to the thoughts going through my head as I walked down the terminal to meet my family throws me back to 8 months ago when I was arriving in El Paso for training camp.
Anxiousness, joy, optimism, pessimism, fear, strength, weakness, and chaos all flooded my thoughts.
It's funny how I had all those emotions when I was going to Nigeria, and also when I was flying back to America, and then finally back home.
Anxiousness about being somewhere completely new and unknown. Anxiousness about being back in Amarillo with hot water, a clean bathroom, my family, and independence.
Joy about being able to share God, seeing Africa for the first time, meeting new people, and making new friends. Joy about finally seeing my family, being home, eating food that I actually liked, and being cold.
Strength to take on the unknown and help others. Strength to handle the shock of being back in America and being able to handle the people who take things for granted.
Weakness because I was scared and had no idea how I would make it, and didn't know if I had enough strength to do what God wanted. Weakness because I was emotionally, spiritually, and physically exhausted.
And chaos because I was, in fact, going to Nigeria with nothing but the company of two other college girls and God. Chaos because The Western World is so amazingly wonderful compared to the Third World.
I look back and see the parallels between the trip there and the trip back and thank God for the opportunity. It's crazy to think that 8 months ago I was counting down the hours until I was in Africa. 7 months ago I was counting down the days until I was in America. and 6 months ago I was counting down the minutes until I was hugging my family.
There's not really a point to this blog....It's just hard to believe that it's already been 6 months since I've been home.
