How does one live with a heart that is torn between two worlds?
I long to be home and hold my sweet Addi and Ry in my arms. I want to have the convenience of Meijer, my full kitchen, more space, the ability to let the kids loose in the backyard. However, a piece of my heart longs to stay here. To soak up the culture, people, sights, sounds, feeling, and essence of China. When I step off the plane here, I feel like I am home. It is such a difficult place to be. Preparing to leave and preparing to come home.
I pray that my kiddos have learned to appreciate China. I pray that their worlds are a little bigger. I pray that their compassion is a little stronger. I pray that they have more of an understanding of God's desire for our family. I pray that they have more mercy when their newest brother and sister have an "episode".
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