Light my way

I can't believe that my time in Korea has wrapped up as of now. The feeling of coming home last week and being home at present, shattered my heart. I feel a lack of Canadian identity and everything was so different be it my surroundings, the community, and even how I spoke relative to Korea. The thought of coming home was hard, but physically being home wasn't; everything came at me so naturally and I adjusted fine (minus my mindset of course). I guess it only made sense since I was born and raised in Edmonton, and everything I did should be automatic, like instinct. I joked to some that I would forget how to drive having not driven for almost five months, but even then, driving is so routine, and once I put my hands on the wheel, my feet on the pedal, I did what I knew how to do for nearly five years now.

Knowing that I would only be in town for a few days, I didn't even want to see anyone. I know I needed rest and to have some alone time to recuperate, but God brought some divine appointments into my life and I was able to share my story with two close sisters and some fellow brothers and sisters at church. Despite the lack of communication during my time abroad with my SICs, there was no distance between us. We picked up from where we left off and we just talked for hours. By the end of it, I felt the urge to just stay in Edmonton and not have to leave again.

When I was still in Korea, I had push the thought of leaving to the back of my head. Instead of focussing on my departure date, I invested the remainder of my time with my friends and church family as much as I could. To be honest, I was carrying that heaviness of saddness more and more as the date of my flight approached, but I just kept going and didn't dwell on that fact. The last weekend prior to leaving though, that cloud of saddness just got too heavy, and I caved in. Once I step foot into New Philly, the church I've been calling home this term, I starting bawling like a baby. I was so strong all the way there, but the tears just kept coming.

As much as I love travelling, it hurts inside and outside having to say see you later/farewell/goodbye etc every time I leave a place. I always grow so much as a person away from home and God always blesses me with such sweet people in my life, but it really hurts not knowing when I will see them again. Where ever I go, its not the place, or what I do that makes it so special, its really the people that God intended to cross my path. I just have to walk in faith knowing that it won't be the only time our paths will cross, and who knows, God may reunite me with them sooner than I think.

Everyday is an adventure, and this brings me to where I am now-YEG, again. Its funny how I mixed up my flight time and realized the ACTUAL time of my flight the day of. Man, if God's grace wasn't all over me, I don't know where I would be.

Praise the Lord.

Montreal, I'm coming!!!