two years and a life-time

Almost two weeks ago marks two years since my squad’s return to America from the WorldRace.

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on our plane to Poland – the first leg of the journey back to America

 

When it came to that anniversary, honestly, I didn’t even think about it; not until there were posts in my (facebook) newsfeed about how sentimental the day was, the day we arrived back in America after traveling around the world for 11 months as ‘the q,’ how much has happened in the past two years, etc.

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some of us were prepared for re-entry – at least we looked like it:)

 

As much as I may not have noticed that it had been two years since returning from that journey, my life is forever changed.  There are people, places, and experiences I can never forget.

Like the time at Bethany Home in Malaysia when Chandler and I had to clean the poop out of little, dried, silver fish for hours, by hand.
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Or in Thailand how we were there for Loi Krathong and Yi Peng; festivals where people launch lit lanterns into the air and float vases down the river for merit.  We decided to write prayers on a lantern for the city of Chiang Mai and for the girls we were ministering to in the bars before releasing it into the night air.
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In Cambodia, J. Sue and Nari asked if they could be my sisters.  From that night on, J. Sue (on the left) would sign her notes and refer to herself as my younger sister.
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There was this really great day as a team in Kenya; we were taken by our contacts to see hippos on Lake Victoria, then to go swimming on a “secret beach.”  On the way home, we stopped for a quick photo opp. at the equator.
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I thought this view was beautiful when I was in Mukono, Uganda on the race (I still think it’s amazing two and a half years later:)
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You know how certain songs instantly remind you of something?  Well, when I hear Paper Planes I think of this one night in India when I was in a backpack…
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In Nepal there was this little girl named Solami, she was precious.  Every time we were leaving the building, she would run to give me a hug and half the time she would also give me a big kiss on the mouth!
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Then there is accordion-man in Odessa, Ukraine.  While walking to ministry during the week, we would pass by him most days (we ended up learning his schedule of where and when he would be playing).  Samantha and I really enjoyed dancing to his music, it made our walk more enjoyable; and he would laugh with us, which was pretty great, too!
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I have so many stories to share, but instead I’ll leave you with this video.
It’s a brief summary of my WorldRace.  Hope you enjoy!

 

much love!

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