In great contrast to observations from my first six hours in Honduras, I humbly submit observations from my first two days back home:
Ten days sounded like a long time to be away. Now it feels like a joke compared to the long life I have been given and opportunities I have to make an impact in the world.
My emotions waver between numb and raw.
Everyone told me my heart would be changed forever. What they neglected to mention is that I would cry for days on end.
Every child I see here is already fulfilled and seems to be lacking nothing. They aren’t longing for a hug, smile, or kind word.
When asked about my trip, “It was amazing” hardly seems a fitting response, but I don’t know how to reply without telling everything.
I feel angry and bitter, but I don’t know why.
Fresh water from the tap never tasted so good!
My children missed me and I missed them, but none of us felt empty or alone. Praise God for filling our hearts and time until we were together again.
The next forty years of my life are going to be lived a lot different than the first forty!