It is so good to be home again. I returned from traversing the globe to my loving family one week ago. There were lots of hugs and many tears of joy shared when we were finally able to be together after almost a year apart. I'm very close to my parents and my three sisters, and I'm thrilled to be with them again.
But it's strange to be home again. Everyone around me speaks English but I've had to make a concentrated effort to be as open and friendly with strangers as I was on the Race with people who didn't even understand what I was saying.
Any kids I knew at my church have grown an impossible amount. Other than that, though, people are mostly the same as I remember. And yet, there are almost imperceptable differences and changes. I'm still trying to figure out if they have changed or if it's just that I've changed and now I see things differently.
I can't really see it, but I guess I've probably changed.
Month 1: Kenya Month 11:Moldova
And I know my pack changed.
Luanch One the way to final debrief
I got rid of a lot of clutter along the way. Hopefully spiritually as well as physically.
And a big thing I feel like I have learned and am still learning is to have grace for people when they are not where I think they should be. And to have grace for myself when I'm not where I think I should be.
Yeah.
That's a good one.
Hard to put into practice, but so good. Because my Father has all kinds of grace for me and for all people.
And I want to grow up to be like Him.
So I want to thank my Father in Heaven for taking me on this awesome journey.
And I want to thank you for supporting me financially. And thank you for supporting me in prayer. This would not have been possible without you.
(If you want to hang with me a little longer, I hope to get a couple of picture blogs up in the next few days.)
