subject line: The united states.

 

the united states.

I’ve spent the last 10 weeks in a country where I feel alive, where I feel God in a way I never do in my home country, surrounded by poverty and brokenness and hope and unconditional love. But now I’m sitting on the floor of an airport in a city I can’t remember and I’m crying. I’m crying because I left part of my soul in that other place, I loved those people and I’m not sure how I can go back to my normal, busy, superficial life.