So I am back in good ol’ America… but there are some stories I never got to tell that I would like to. …
When I was in Malaysia we did a lot of house visits with the Pastor. One day we went to this one house. It seemed like an ordinary house visit. The woman that was sitting with us was an elderly woman; she lives a simple life and does not own much. As we began talking to her we learned from the Pastor that she had just lost her husband a month before. We watched as she welcomed us into her home, loved on us but was so clearly hurting. With one statement “It is so clear you loved your husband”, tears began streaming down her face.
We talked to her for a little bit longer, her pain and grieving written all over her face, how dearly she loved her husband. We tried to comfort her, but what do you say and how do you say it when you don’t speak the same language and so much gets lost in translation. As we went to leave her I went up to her and hugged her. This was the embrace of a woman who had not been hugged in a very long time and so clearly needed it. We stood there for a while just hugging, her grip said please never let go as her sobs became louder. I will never forget the look on this sweet woman’s face and knowing that sometimes you are there just to provide some comfort and love. Being able to love and speak the same language when you can’t speak the same language, there is no other thing like it in the world.
Love you all so much! I have a few more little stories I would like to tell from the race and then I will let you know all whats next and how I’ve been adapting back into America. Thank you all for your love and support.
