Re-Entry Take 1
How does one transition well? Your in one part of the world, hop on an airplane and within 24 hrs your on the other side. The side that you once called home. But thats the thing, is this home? It looks kinda like home, the people are from the home that you remember, but it doesn’t feel like home… What happened? At some point there was a shift. How, and when did that happen?
I am reflecting about this last year, about all that God has done in my life. The relationships that were created and fostered. The memories and experiences. The pictures that will not escape my mind. The ache in my heart for my home. The people on the ol’ ship have left a deep chasm within me. I find myself wanting to head up from section two, walk down main street, enter the photoshop and sit and chat with my friends. From there move on out and up near info, onto AV. Hoping to past people along the way for conversation. I want to ask them how they are doing… Why didn’t I talk more with them? Why was I not more bold? More conversations could have been had. More opportunities could have been taken. Did I waste my time?
America… Land of the fat and happy … I don’t want to spend time wishing my country was better, every country has its issues, I just find it hard to fit in here. It’s loud, busy, and for the most part so comfortable that we don’t need anything more than we can provide for ourselves. It is so hard to see God moving here. I know he is, but it’s so hard…
Where do we go from here? The UK. But my heart is still in asia… I hope to find it again someday.
I guess I just miss my home…
Pray
Just pray
