100 days later, I’ve been to two new continents.
I have traveled to 4 different countries.
I have been a preacher, a teacher, a construction worker.
I have cried tears of joy.
I have cried tears of sorrow.
I have missed home, and the little comforts that it brings.
I have broken down walls, only to build new ones.
I’ve seen the face of God in my teammates.
I’ve heard the voice of the Spirit whispering truth to me.
I’ve eaten some really good food.
I’ve also eaten some really bad food.
I’ve been sick and dirty and miserable.
I’ve gone for weeks at a time without a shower.
I’ve seen incredible parts of creation.
I have experienced kindness in complete strangers.
I have made life-long friends.
I have seen needs in people I never knew existed.
I’ve gotten used to never having toilet paper, or a normal bathroom.
I’ve only rarely had hot water.
I don’t remember the taste of real coffee.
I barely ever wear makeup, and I never do my hair.
I wear the same 3 sets of clothing 54 different ways.
I know what it really looks like to love someone.
I feel like I’ve been gone forever, but it’s gone by so quickly.
100 days later, I am not the same as when I left.
