I remember we talked so much about grieving on the Race that it would make you want to scream, but it was so necessary. Even in the midst of knowing this when I went to Ukraine this year I popped into the culture without really grieving what I was leaving behind (family, friends, culture, language, Chick-fil-a) 🙂 and around month three I had a total meltdown. For a few weeks I was constantly on the verge of tears and kind of thought I had made the wrong decision in going. Friends from home would tell me of situations and I would feel that I couldn’t do anything and I should be to help. It was then I realized that I never grieved the leaving, letting go of all that I expected and found comfortable, trusting God with friends and families because, let’s face it, even if I were in the US they are in God’s hands not mine. After some serious focused prayer time and letting go of the people, places, expectations my ability to cope with life in Ukraine became a lot easier. There are still days I am homesick, but even now being back in the US for Christmas my heart is there.