This week marked the first of Malaysian moments. Quiet moments where rest was a treasured gift, coffee a warm reminder to be grateful for the simple, and conversations an invitation to be inspired.
We celebrated as a squad our first quarter of the race complete. Mourned the goodbyes of yet another country and traded stories late into the night. Moments of unified worship on a rooftop… does it get any better?
We sipped coffee through the moments of difficult conversation. Shared our dreams for the future and memories of the past that led us here. Sat in bed and watched BBC goodness. Said thank you for new friendships and meals that didn't contain rice.
The heavy moments were eased with words from home. Girl talk with my sisters and stopped the tears and facetime with my mom made being away a little easier. I admired from afar the commitment behind 36 years of daily, "I dos" being shared between my parents. Another celebration far from home.
We traveled.
We're getting better at it now. Not perfect, moments of confusion still delay us, but better.
Ministry showed up in moments of conversation. Early morning coffee with a kindred spirit and the reminder of powerful stories… we all have them.
In the unexpected and in the unmeasurable, these moments were worth the struggle.
