Up until four months ago, I pictured myself flying away on November the twenty-third to volunteer as a dental hygienist on a hospital ship along the West coastline of Africa.
All my paperwork was submitted and accepted, immunizations done, and close loved ones (mostly) excited for me.
But life happens.
Curveballs are thrown.
I made the reluctant decision to withdraw from serving with Mercy Ships.
And I had to make a choice on whether to answer life with anger or love.
I found comfort in the latter.
So today on November twenty-ninth, two thousand and eighteen,
I am not there in Africa, but here.
Here with my baby sister, Joy, celebrating with a lighthouse tour, tea time, strolls in charming New Orleans in our (Christmas-themed) rain boots and magical lights for her twenty-eighth birthday.
Here in my childhood bedroom, reeling in all the sweet moments from this past week.
Here where I felt like a tourist in my own hometown as I watched the sunrise and sunset, ate my favorite biscuits at Greenhouse on Porter, and finally toured the Walter Anderson Museum of Art.
Here laughing and wildly talking with my hands at lunch and dinner with family and friends all the while getting past the usual pleasantries and actually catching up with their lives.
Here as I am reminded again for the hundreth time just how blessed I am for this beautiful life of mine and the people in it.
Here where God knew I would be all along and just
how thankful I would feel.
So Mercy Ships, I’ll try to catch you again next year all in due time.
Happiest Thanksgiving y’all and thank you for reading and following along