End of an Era

The soft red glow of taillights marked the end of an era. Our era. Wednesday we said goodbye to our faithful teammate Nikki, as she returned home to be with her ailing grandfather. The house is oddly quiet without her. I think it is silently foreboding the night to come. Tonight we go home.

There will be no more cheery lit windows or chortling laughter to come home to. There will be no more meals to cook or dishes to wash. There will be no more guest lecturers or house mothers or service projects. Our little house will be left quiet and empty, an empty reminder of the home it had become for four young women from all walks of life.

Our fledgling family is about to fly the nest. We can only pray that we are ready for the life ahead of us. These six weeks have been a non-stop attempt to equip us. From the helmet of truth to the sandals of peace beneath our feet and the sword of righteousness at our side, we have been trained, conditioned, and clothed as warriors. But to be warriors, we have to prove ourselves. As with anyone about to step onto the battlefield, we are a mix of emotions. Fear, anxiety, excitement, eagerness, and countless other feelings are wound into the anticipation that we are feeling. We're chomping at the bit, ready to run our race, yet afraid of running blind. It's scary to be heading into the unknown, but these six weeks have given us a secret weapon: family. We are sisters in Christ and we walk together in faith, through thick and thin, until God sends us elsewhere. (Even then, I have a sneaking suspicion we'll be closer than you think.) In ten days we will be on a plane southward to start the adventure of our lifetime. Are you ready? Are we ready? We'll find out. ;)

Our next post will be from Honduras in two short weeks. In the meantime, we're off to enjoy our reprieve.

Adios,
Kris

P.S. Please pray for our travels and for Vicky's pinky. She broke it on a hike with us (oops!).
P.P.S. This is Brynne. We have it on video!!!