After traveling for 11 months, and visiting 11 countries, I am finally home. It's a little strange being home; it feels like I never left. When I was overseas, I felt like time stopped, it probably did when I was in Africa. But since I got back Thursday all of a sudden it seems like I left for 11 days instead of 11 months. I find myself already in a routine: helping my mom do laundry, cook, clean the house and even driving myself to places. Everything feels surreal. It's like I dreamed the whole thing; but when I looked at my photos I know I really did it. I have no appetite anymore, but my mom bless her soul, keeps shoving food down my throat. I no longer need permission to go anywhere by myself. I have the option to eat or not eat something. I can go to fridge and choose whatever I like. I can take a hot steamy shower anytime I please and use a toilet that actually flushes. I think to myself, where am I? What is going on? I spent a year laying down my entitlement. And now everything is back to normal. I have my own bedroom again, I can go in and out without letting anyone know, I no longer need to sleep with my headphones on. I have TV and cable at my disposal. But one very interesting thing is I DON'T care for any of these things anymore. What I could not wait to use or have when I came home, now seems useless. While on the race I craved to have my car so I wouldn’t have to walk anymore. My mom had to give me my car keys yesterday, because I hadn’t asked for them yet. She thought that was strange. The Lord has blessed me over the past year with an awesome community group. I was able to live on less than nothing; but I was the happiest. No, it was not a walk in the park, I was not happy all the time. But I learned to lean on God for my happiness, not on things or people. I may have being uncomfortable but I was truly alive. See, home is with the people you share it with and having your heart focused on God. Home is not the building; it's who you are with. My real home is not on this earth; I'm just a foreigner passing through. My home sweet home is in heaven. Where Jesus went to prepare a place for me and for you. So, remember home is where the heart is. Keep longing to be closer to God and to His Kingdom.
I love you all. Thank you for making this journey a reality and for giving me the chance to love others around the world and most of all thank you for allowing me to go and get to know my Heavenly Father in a more intimate way.
