We'll I've been back in the states for about a month now and the strangest thing happened on Friday night. I was at "home" and felt a deep sadness in my spirit. I couldn't pin point it and then I realized that I was beginning to be homesick. I guess that's where I'm confused. Where is "home"? There are so many things that made Kyrgyzstan home...chialphastan...the students...the intense hunger for more of God that our students had. I miss it, I miss it, a lot. With the same breath, I know where the Lord is taking me and what the next path is and I respect it immensely and look forward to it like nothing that I've ever looked forward to. But part of my heart will always remain in that distant central asian land where God is pouring out His blessing. Aspects of culture shock that I've experienced since returning: -Motion sickness for a month -You can buy everything that you want in one place -The food makes you feel heavy after you eat it. -The phone rings a lot more in this country -We are consumed with busy-ness in this country (the need to be busy, to look busy as if it reflects our level of importance.) The good things... I've gotten to see my family (who are great) and my friends who are amazing...who had babies right before I left and now they are chasing toddlers. It's really a pretty beautiful sight. In that same breath...to them, it's like I've been in a coma the last year and just now get a window into their lives... to me, I've been on a grand adventure that they will never truly understand. It's almost as if I've gone through the wardrobe into that parrallel land and came back to a life that hasn't moved since my departure. All you can really do about all of this is just smile...God knows. |