This was something I wanted three years ago. Every year, there would be just that one moment where the opportunity would present itself then slip away just as quickly as it came. But tonight, I find myself over it.
Pain has a way of making you stop what you’re doing, and realize that something’s not right. Pain, for people like me, is God’s big, green signal to slow down and assess what’s really going on—not just in your body, but in your heart. In my case, the pain I carried was not only physical, but also emotional and mental.
Though I usually like to narrate stories from the beginning, I think I’d like to begin this one with the end.
What’s one to do after the great adventure? What’s there to life after the sights, the God moments, the wonder, the thrills?
How did I get here? About year ago, this was only a faint goal that I had in mind. My savings couldn’t pay for this. My salary couldn’t pay for this. Here I was, a twenty-something year old, still living with her mom, with nothing but a, “Hey God, can we go there?”