Our Last Day

It's Tuesday afternoon in China, and in 36 hours, we will be home.  I started my day filled with dread.  I know, it's a strong emotion, but that's what it was.  D-R-E-A-D.  I've done this before.  The long plane ride with a little one, the jet-lag, the 12 hour time change, the re-entry, the adjustment phase with a new family member.  Leaving China and feeling like a piece of my heart stayed behind.  I sat on the edge of my bed and closed my eyes and tried to magically fast-forward through it all.  It didn't work.  Instead, God granted me a parting gift on my last day in China—a trip to a local park, where peace and relaxation and beauty were the order of the day here in one of the biggest cities in China.  Where people were out in the heat and humidity, on a Tuesday morning, enjoying life and each other.    My heart calmed.  The sense of dread lessened.  And God reminded me that He called me to this.  That this was His plan.  That I can rest in the fact that He will work it all together for His good and that He won't leave us or forsake us.  Phew.  (Happy to receive daily reminders of this J)