You can see it in their eyes. The people who lost their homes are always easy to spot. They look tired and are often covered in that layer of sheet rock dust that is becoming so familiar. They look stressed and hopeless or strong and hopeful, depending on the day or hour or moment.
In February of 2014, my team and I first landed in Albania after five months in Asia. And everything was different. The people, the food, the language, none of it was like the familiar things I had grown accustomed too while living in Asia for so long.
This past summer I spent a month in Guatemala leading a mission trip of high school students. Toward the end of the month, one of our students fell at the beach and dislocated her knee. She was in excruciating pain and could not put any pressure on her leg for several days.
“I promise I will never procrastinate again for as long as I live.” This is the promise I made to myself as I gulped down a fresh cup of nearly black coffee while sitting at IHOP in the middle of the night writing case briefs for my Media Law class.
The past two and a half weeks have been the most incredible and challenging weeks I have had in a long time. I went from being empty and broken to filled and healed. I traveled to beautiful Guatemala with twenty-two high school students and two co-leaders. I spent days listening and loving the students as they experienced missions for the first time. I spent hours and hours in the hospital crying and praying over a very ill student.
There are only a few moments in my life this far where I have been truly terrified. Standing on a ledge over one of the tallest buildings in downtown Baton Rouge and hooked to a rope I was about to repel down is definitely one of those moments.
For some reason twenty five always seemed to be the age that was very far away. Even from my early twenties, twenty five was always that age that people talked about with reverence.
Every morning during my eleventh month of the World Race, I would sit on top of a hill in Lesotho and day dream about what my life would be like when I returned home. At that point, some of that day dreaming would include hot showers and a real bed, but most of the dreaming was about the perfect blog.