I miss my mom & dad.

I sat at the kitchen table and cried. I cried and tried to hold it together so my friends wouldn't see. But the tears kept coming. They looked at me, which made me cry all the harder. They looked at me, unsure of what to do, unsure if they had done something. Through the gasping breathes I tried to assure them that they hadn't done anything wrong, that I just needed to cry. And cry I did. Because it's finally starting to sink in. I'm finally beginning to realize just how soon my life is going to change.

In less than two months my parents are moving to Africa long term to do medical missions and church planting. And while I'm thrilled and proud of what they are doing, I'm slowly beginning to realize how little time there is left before they board the plane, unsure of when I will get to see them again. Being at school, I've been removed from all of the packing and planning which means I've been somewhat immune to what is happening. But in being at school also comes the realization that I have very little time left to see them. I'm constantly looking at my schedule, trying to figure out a time that I can go home and every time there's something preventing me from doing that. And that makes me sad. But through all of this I know that Jesus is my shepherd and that God is very good. And that I will hopefully, get to see them sometime soon.

But just know mom and dad, if you read this, I miss you very much.