My Grace is leaving for Africa in a week.
That sentence makes me want to cry. Cry for joy. Cry for loss. Cry for excitement. Cry for longing.
Grace is my sister. She comes in with out knocking. She eats my food and steals my favorite chair.
She tells me when she's hurting and lets me cry with her. She prays with me when I'm hurting.
She reminds me of Truth even when I don't want to hear it.
She infects me with her trust and excitement, reminding me that our God is powerfully at work in our word.
I've seen her come to know God in incredible ways in the last year.
And now she is going to hold orphans and feed the hungry and serve "the least of these". And I'm glad. So glad.
But yes, I'm gonna miss her.
