Well folks, I’m about five months out from the end of my service now, almost to the day. We pulled our leaving dates out of a hat at the beginning of the month, and I got July 16th. Weird. I don’t know how I feel about it. Mostly I can’t believe my two-year service has gone by this quickly. On one hand, I haven’t been home in almost two years, I haven’t seen my sisters in almost two years, and I cannot wait to go back and catch up with family and friends. On the other hand…how do I leave this country, and this time in life, behind?
That said, I’m a big fan of Donald Miller and his book Through Painted Deserts. And this quote from that book resonates with me, tonight especially:
“It occurs to me, as it sometimes does, that this day is over and will never be lived again, that we are only the sum of days, and when those are spent, we will not come back to this place, to this time to these people and these colors, and I wonder whether to be sad about this or to be happy to trust that these hours are meant for some kind of enjoyment, as a kind of blessing. And it feels, tonight, as if there is much to think about, there is much we have been given and much we have left behind.”