Tonight, I got an email from a friend asking me how I'm feeling now that I am "home." To be honest, the question actually caught me off-guard -- for a couple of reasons, one being that I don't think I can quite articulate yet how I'm feeling. In a lot of ways, I'm simply overwhelmed (in the sweetest sense of the word.) Overwhelmed by a fierce love for the children that we're serving. Overwhelmed by a deep connection to those I am honored to be working alongside of. Overwhelmed by God's rich goodness and faithfulness, that He has placed me here for such a time as this. While talking with a co-worker today, I realized that this is the first time ever that I can say I know, beyond a shadow of any doubt, that I'm exactly where I'm supposed to be, doing exactly what I'm supposed to be doing. To find yourself right in the middle of God's perfect and ultimate will for your life is nothing short of ... well, overwhelming.
Yet, at the same time, I'm struck by the fact that Liberia truly does feel like home and, as overwhelmed as I may be, it seems completely natural for me to be here. I haven't really felt the need to "adjust" or "become acclimated" because, from the beginning, it was a perfect fit. My definition of normal has been drastically altered, and it's got me thinking that, perhaps -- and most likely -- this new normalcy was the intention all along.
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