I’ve been home for 14 days…
I was told by my friend Laura that this
trip would wreck my life in the best way possible…and it has.
I was cleaning out my backpack my first
morning home and laughing about how bad it smelled. I guess I’ve
reacquired my American nose. And before I knew it I was bawling. Not
tears of hopelessness or sadness…but tears of gratefulness. A tidal
wave of God’s goodness overcame me. The realization of all that I had
experienced and learned. It’s humbling.
Many people ask about reverse culture
shock…I think I’m adjusting well.
I wandered target aimlessly, got a
pedicure, forgot for two days that toilet paper can be flushed down
the toilet, and sometimes seem to forget which side of the road to
drive on. Traffic actually helps this small hesitancy. (strangest
thing)
But God is good. I feel like I’m in a
season of brokenness but it puts me at the feet of Jesus constantly.
And that is always sweet. And I’ve learned brokenness isn’t bad, and
I have this fire in my belly to serve the Lord, tell of His goodness, and love well.
