I'm back from Mongolia.
I'm not sure how I feel about that.
People ask me how my time was, and say it must have been so much fun. But that's not how I would describe it. It had its fun moments, but it definitely wasn't fun. It had its exhilarating moments, but I wouldn't fully describe it that way either. There were time-to-go-back-to-America moments, and I-wish-I-could-stay-here-forever moments. Emotionally grueling moments, physically trying moments. God ordained, Holy Spirit filled moments.
I try to explain these things to my family, my friends, my co-workers. It's like trying to describe a sunset to a blind person. You can tell them about all the brilliant shades of colors, but unless you actually see it, unless you are actually there, you will never fully understand the immense experience of it all. But of course, that will never keep me from trying to use all my descriptive ability to impress upon my audience how two weeks can have such a lasting impact on life.