Heart broken. Mine. Theirs.
Walking away from ministry on my last day was the heaviest steps I’d ever taken. Seeing my tear stained shirt and hearing the echo of my name as we drove away, it was surreal. Three months in Guatemala turned into three seconds. They did say the days are long and the months are short. It didn’t make sense, until, it did. I’m truly blessed to have had something so hard to let go of.
I finally feel like I am on the “World Race.” All it took was roughly 90 hours of travel, four plan rides, and being in month four.
Asia is… foreign. I’ve never been in a culture I couldn’t understand. Every country we live in starts with an “orientation day.” A time where we learn as much as we can about the culture/language/area. A time I realize I know nothing about this world. I’m starting over, again. A foreign home that holds a growing period for the next three months. Thailand, I may know nothing about you, but one day, it’ll be hard to say goodbye to you.
