What a horrifying thought!
I bought my plane ticket home on July 16th. That was 144 days ago. More than 20 weeks. Almost 5 months. I thought December 13th would never come! I tried not to think about it too much. Time never passes quickly when you think about it. Excitement can make time hard to ignore. Somehow, I did it though. December 13th is only 6 days away! Instead of weeks and months, I can finally count hours and minutes and heartbeats (approximately 570,800 in case you're wondering, although excitement does make my heart beat faster, so that number may spontaneously increase).
All I need to do is finish writing two papers for school. That's all that stands between me and the joy of home. So why can't I write them? I've never been one for getting things done early, I've always preferred the last-minute. But this feels different. This doesn't feel like procrastination. It feels more like hiding.
Then my Daddy sent me a picture of a sleeping Dakota. The Dakota I left behind a year and a half ago when I came to Ireland. The Dakota that I can't pet through Skype. The Dakota that I can't wait to see in 6 days. And the tears started pouring down my face. What if my heart can't handle it? All this excitement and joy and love for Home that I've been holding inside for so long. Suddenly, 6 weeks at Home doesn't seem like long enough.
And then a rush of What If's overwhelms me:
What if I can't let go of my Daddy's neck at the airport?
What if Dakota isn't over-the-moon-pee-in-your-pants excited to see me?
What if I don't have time to see everyone I miss?
What if Mexican food doesn't taste as good as I remember?
What if I forget to drive on the right side of the road?
What if I can't say goodbye a second time?
What if I don't want to come back to This-Home-Here?
So I'm hiding behind 2 unwritten papers. They're the only thing separating me from the excruciating mix of excitement and fear that is wreaking havoc on this heart of mine. This heart that longs for Home. This heart that's afraid Home won't be Home anymore.
But my heart cannot condemn me because my Creator is greater than my heart. He knows everything. And my heart is set at rest in His presence. I belong to His truth. He's enough Home for me. (I John 3:19-21)