There were so many things to cherish and appreciate about the tour. It was a rare collection of opportunities I was fortunate to be immersed in.
I also learn that a lot can happen while I’m away for 10 weeks – parties and concerts, birthdays and deaths, arguments and fights, regrets, love gained and lost…
People change in 10 weeks. Some things never change, thank the Lord for that, but people do. Someone you thought you knew will have experienced as much change in ten weeks as yourself. There’s no imaginary capsule that holds your life in place until you get back. Nobody keeps your seat warm while you’re gone. Life moves, fast as ever, and you’re going to miss out on it.
How do I reconcile the change that I’ve returned to? This martian landscape bears little resemblance to the green earth I left behind.
I hold on to the things I know I are steadfast. A never-changing God whose promises fail not. True friends that anxiously await and open their arms to a weary traveler longing to grasp a slight bit of familiarity.
Who are you anymore?
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