Ok so I've never been one of those people who loves to blog. Towards the end, it got even harder because I was like well I’m almost done, so whatever..but apparently I still have stuff to say.
Adventures in Missions (which is what the WorldRace is) has started this thing called Project Searchlight, where we get back with everyone and they try to help us with our passions and dreams and get us connected and networked and blaa blaa, so I went, its been good.
I’ve been home for three weeks, and so naturally people are asking, ‘how’s the trip? How’s the world?’ and well sometimes I just don’t know what to say. I don’t know how to explain it, I don’t know how to adequately tell people what I saw and who I met and what it did to me. Its easier to say, it was ‘good, learned a lot, glad I did it,’ but truthfully, that doesn't really say anything.
So getting back here with my people that know, that were there, I just lost it. I broke. I think it was the first time I felt like I didn’t have to be tough, that I could just be vulnerable, that I didn’t have to prepare for the next injustice, for the next country or ministry. It’s been good because there was an encouragement in the brokenness, there was a peace that came out of it, but there also came a burden to share. I want to talk about what I saw. I want people to see what I saw, to understand the world, I still don’t really know what to say, but I want to try.
I went to the gas station this morning, and there were 92 different options for chewing gum to choose from, and it was just hard for me to understand. Why? Why does there need to be that many options? There have been so many times when I've coined the phrase, 'first world problems' and well they are, and its hard for me.
I don’t know if some people are ready to hear about the pain, I don’t know if people would rather remain in oblivion, but that’s not my call, mine is to tell it and if people want to listen and be changed, then they will, if not, its no longer on me..
