It broke my heart into a million little pieces and scattered it through the nations. Pieces I can never get back, never put back together, they belong to the faces, the stories, and the people I encountered along the way. Everywhere I went I had a few special people that I will never forget. Each of them have a piece of my heart and I can never erase them from heart and mind.
How could I forget the Tibetan family that took us in?
How could I forget my children from the South African townships?
How could I forget a women that has given up everything to serve in a country that is not her own?
How could I forget my babies, the children I played with and feed everyday?
How could I forget helping Romanian children?
How could I forget a beautiful Bulgarian family and their heart for their country?
How could I forget my Croatian-counter part?
How could I forget the special needs children, showing the true glory of His creation?
How could I forget the ex-street boys that I love so much, the ones that loved me in return, the ones that OWN my heart?
How could I forget the two men ready to see God use them in powerful ways?
How?
I can’t.
Everyday I go to sleep with these faces on my mind. Every night I dream of them… The World Race has wrecked me forever.
