Home, Sweet Texas

A blog post from American soil? Why not? I mean, we've only talked about coming home for about three months now. And it hasn't let me down.

Over the past three days, I've been reunited with a few of my favorite people in this world. As I've struggled to overcome the seven hour gap between my body and my brain, I've seen a beautiful and hazy picture of home here on this earth. Coming home to these people has served as the greatest reminder of what true community and fellowship looks like, and I'm leveled every day by that truth.

As I'm left here to sift through the sensory overload of the past three months, I've felt this burden and this weight for the faces and the souls that I encountered abroad. I pray that the Lord would break my heart for this world; I pray that I never forget. If I do, then this whole thing was in vain.

These are just a few simple truths that have been revealed to me in the past few days. I'm not even sure if anyone will read this, but it's important for me to write it. After all, the most important part of this whole thing is what I do once I'm home.

I'll wrap things up with this paragraph. I'm twenty-one years old. I've seen parts of the world that I never thought I'd see in my lifetime. I'm blessed beyond belief by those experiences. But above all of this, I'm blessed to live where I live. I'm blessed to live in the greatest state of the greatest country in the world. 

It feels good to be home, baby, it feels good to be home!