I feel completely lost. I miss the children so much, but I am rejoicing in being home. I have no idea what the next step or the next chapter is. I am stressed out and I feel like the culture shock is working in reverse, and it’s not so much a cultural thing as it is a personal thing. Each day and every moment I ease back into the comfortable life I knew. I am sickened by it and how easily I feel dependent on worldly things again as opposed to Jesus.
It’s a really weird and uncomfortable state of mind to be in. But then I remember moments like this (see below) and I remember how just weeks ago Jesus was moving in me, how these children brought me all the happiness in the world, and how my heart opened up bigger than I ever allowed it to in the past.
Meet Gift…with a surprise appearance by Mercy.