Time passes by faster than you can reckon. It’s been over five years since I started this blog. Things have changed so much since then, however. I suppose it’s time you heard the whole story, and how it ended. The truth is; it hasn’t. God’s plan for us is continuous, ever-changing in our finite knowledge, but perfect and set in God’s infinite wisdom.
My name is Josiah Kirk. If you’re reading this, you probably knew that already. I am now fifteen years old. I’m not perfect, and nobody ever is. The fact is that even though I know that no one will ever read this, I feel obligated to write this anyhow. God has been working greatly in my life recently, and He has grown me so much from who I was when I first started this blog. After I left off on this blog, I went through some of the hardest years of my life. I was ten, and so excited to meet my new siblings.
However, the world had other plans, and as you can read below, it didn’t happen quite like we had expected. After we were forced to leave Colombia, and then-Yerlys, Juan, and Jose, we went home, heart-broken. However, that wasn’t it. My grandma became sick with lung cancer right then, and my mum and I traveled over for about a month to New Zealand, so that my mum could take care of her. That was really hard on me, being gone from my dad right after that traumatic of an event, but that still wasn’t over.
We arrived home in the middle of January, but had to leave four days after we got home for Colombia, because we joyfully learned that they were ready and everything would work out for us with the process. We left with my cousin, but when we arrived there, though, we soon found that this would not be and easy case. We went to beautiful places like Cartagena and Covenas, on the Caribbean, but we were just waiting. The corruption in some of the government officials involved with our case however, stood in our way.
My cousin had to leave to get back to college, so we said goodbye to her and carried on with our waiting. That’s when it happened. When we arrived in Bogota, the last stop, our case was denied. It was impossible. The judge had said no.
I remember everything. The pain was slowly breaking me down inside, and I could not bear it. My mom would not let the children go. So, on one of the worst days of my life, my dad and I had to go home, while my mom stayed in Bogota with them. I remember sitting in the taxi on the way to the airport, sullen and continually breaking inside. I was only ten, and inside I was being hollowed out by these experiences.
The incredible toll that being mostly alone in another country had on my mom was breaking, but I did not even realize how lonely I was at home. My dad had to work, and I had to work on my schoolwork, but I turned to things like videogames and movies and books in my grief. I was trying to drown out the troubles that wouldn’t let me be. I spent months in a sorry state, at the lowest point I have ever and possibly will ever be in. I shut out friends, despite being lonely, and broke off from almost everything and everyone I cared about.
I didn’t even know the damage I was causing to my once cheery, chipper, and bubbly self. I was unrecognizable as the same Josiah. And I turned to over-eating and lack of exercise in my grief. My dad continued working, and I know he tried to take care of me, but months without my mom was painful. I had numbed myself to it all, so I didn’t even feel what was going on as the meaningless and wasted months flew past in a blur. In some ways though, they felt like the longest months of my life.
But God didn’t leave me there, and today I am stronger than ever. I know that I’m not perfect; nor will I ever be. But God brought me out of that time. My siblings were able to finally come home, and while it’s a far longer story, for now, I’ll just say that God has a plan that He’s been orchestrating this entire time. I’ll be using this blog, Azure Mountaintop, as my personal blog, only open to a select few people. So, whether anyone sees this in the future or not, it doesn’t matter to me. All I know is, God has a plan and a future for me, and while I don’t know what it holds, I’ll be right there to meet it. It is now 2019, and while I have lots of work to do, and the future is uncertain, it sure is exciting.
As I move into this new chapter of my life, what promises to be one of my best, I want to say a goodbye to the last few chapters. While I hold some scars and mistakes from them still, I’m putting them behind me. This is my last goodbye to the past. Now for the promising future.
The Treehouse 
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