Sometimes it takes stepping onto that plane to begin the best journey of your life.
Sometimes it takes being away from your family to realize how much you treasure their presence.
Sometimes it takes leaving your best friends to make yourself realize exactly why you became friends in the first place.
Sometimes it takes being halfway across the world to understand that when it comes to the people that matter, distance doesn’t change a thing.
Sometimes it takes making the effort to meet new people to remind you how worthwhile of an effort it is.
Sometimes it takes pushing yourself to do new things to experience all that you came to experience.
Sometimes it takes taking a chance to have the memories you’ll never forget.
Sometimes it takes wandering Rome by yourself to really start to see it.
Sometimes it takes seeing history firsthand to reassure yourself of the value in studying it.
Sometimes it takes having nothing to rely on except God to realize that He always provides.
Sometimes it takes questioning yourself to understand who you really are.
And sometimes it even takes making the wrong decisions to make you realize what the right ones are.
Rome, I’ll miss you, but I’m almost home.
Less than 3 days left at the J-Force… Rothenburg, Germany on Thursday.