I'm sitting at my gate in the Fort Lauderdale airport, looking out into the flat land and grey highways and rising airplanes over green palms.
Leaving is always bittersweet. No matter how many times our car merges into the departures lane of the airport entrance, there's always a twist in my stomach.
And today is no different, especially after such a wonderful week with mom and dad. Rainbow-coloured clothing racks at Target. Ice cream after dark. And smooth, wide roads in this shiny pickup. It's hard to let it all go.
To my left there is a girl about my age on the telephone. She's speaking in Creole to her family in Haiti. Today she's going back to her roots. Maybe she's been here to work or for vacation or to see friends, but now she's returning to her home.
And somehow, so am I. It may not be my forever home, but for right now, this is where I am called to be. This is where my heart belongs. This is where I find more fulfillment and joy than I ever imagined I could. And so, with kleenexes in my pocket, I wait for the plane to take me back. With confidence in my heart, I follow the beckoning whisper of the Lord.
I remain confident of this: I will see the goodness of the LORD in the land of the living. Wait for the LORD; be strong and take heart and wait for the LORD. ~ Psalm 27:13-14