Two years is a long time.
I thought hard about it when I said goodbye to my family in the airport, thinking I wouldn’t set foot on American soil for over two years (but I did). I thought about it on the looooong 16 hour flight across the Atlantic. And throughout the two months of training in South Africa, when I rarely had phone or internet access, I thought about it.
But then a funny thing happened.
It was suddenly December, and I’d been away from home for nearly six months. And then July crept around and I was astounded to see I had been there a year. At the halfway point, I was flabbergasted.
And suddenly, time was running out. Rather than thinking “Oh, I have a whole year left!”, I started thinking “Oh, I only have a year left!”
And then I was at my close of service conference, saying goodbye to friends that had been on that loooong flight with me two years before.
I was saying goodbye because I had chosen to stay another year.
Because two years wasn’t long enough.
Sometimes, things seem impossible. Until we do them. And then they seem laughably possible, through God’s strength and grace.
When I grabbed my bag and walked away from my family to the airport security line in 2011, two years seemed impossibly long. I didn’t know if I would make it.
But then God stepped in with His strength, and I found myself thriving in a place I never expected to live.
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