Why Me.

Why does it always seem to be that my past comes back to haunt me. When I was finally beginning to heal of the ache of losing someone I care deeply about, things happen in my life as to where they seem to be placed back in.

Before I left for the world race, something happened, and someone I cared deeply for was torn from my life. I was told to forget them and that they would forget me forever. Who wants to hear these words before leaving on an 11 month mission trip. Not me. But after giving the pain and hurt to God, and after a month being immersed in ministry and the culture of Ecuador, I was finally beginning to heal. Beginning to forget the hurt. Forget the pain. Forget the love.

Now we enter month 2 into our ministry and guess what my luck is? To be in the same city as them. To even be near them makes it difficult for me. For fear of seeing them. For fear of thoughts and feelings that may return. This was what happened first. Then I talk to a friend today and hear how this person feels for me and then things just kept flooding back into my life. Thoughts. Feelings. Mainly confusion.