Coming Home

Come this Sunday I’ll be home. The race will be over and a lot will change. I won’t wake up surround by 40 other woman sharing one bathroom sink. I’ll be on my own time, free to drive again anywhere I want. I won’t have people asking me to answer processing questions. I won’t have set apart worship time or an hour in the morning to spend with the Lord. 

Come Sunday, my normal life that I have lived the past nine months will all be memories. I’m excited to come home, don’t get me wrong. I’m excited to snuggle Molly, chat with mama, hug my dad, and sit by the pool with the Carter’s. I pray home will be a short season of joy and contentment. 

But I’m also in a season of grief. I’ll be missing conversations with Bree and rolling over to look at Haley. I’ll miss hugging Ella and laughing with MG. I’ll miss saying “No yeah” with Anna and miss hearing Hannah sing in the mornings. I’ll miss singing Zach Bryan and Newsies with Will and watching movies with Josiah. 

These are just a few things that I will miss about this season. It’s hard to walk away from a season I so desperately love. Someone last night said, “the only consistent thing in life is change”. Seasons forever and always will come and go and it’s all ok. 

If we get to see each other in the next month I ask for grace. I missed you so much but now I miss so much of my last season on the race. I ask for prayers that re-entry shows me more of who the Lord is and who I get to be in Him. I know that in this next month of transition, I get to walk each day knowing that God walks with me and you through every season of change. 

Hope to see you soon,

Katherine