Being home after an overseas trip is always a mixed experience. I feel torn between hope and discouragement. Hope, because there is always a new horizon; discouragement, because normal life slows my heart to a crawl. Each time I step off the plane I promise myself that I will keep my heart inspired and alive. It's a hard promise to keep. I think I'm realizing that there needs to be less promises to myself and more thankfulness for what I have before me.
Saturday, May 19, 2007
Back home
Being home after an overseas trip is always a mixed experience. I feel torn between hope and discouragement. Hope, because there is always a new horizon; discouragement, because normal life slows my heart to a crawl. Each time I step off the plane I promise myself that I will keep my heart inspired and alive. It's a hard promise to keep. I think I'm realizing that there needs to be less promises to myself and more thankfulness for what I have before me.
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