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Pass It On

Only 8:40 PM and I'm wiped out. Today was my first full day back at work. This trip has changed me. I'm not yet the night owl I once was. I'm sure that will come, but for now I'm almost enjoying going to bed early. It was rainy much of the afternoon, and I was almost cold. What a different feeling, and a welcome one. I shared during chapel today at NSMS. Besides the K-8 students, quite a few parents came since they knew I'd be sharing. I had about twenty minutes of time, but ended up taking forty minutes. Using many photos of the trip, I shared some of my experience. It's hard to take a powerful month-long experience and condense it down to a half hour, but I think I was able to convey a lot of information about what is going on in Sumatra. The students, even the very youngest ones, were an attentive audience. My nine year old son came home at lunch and said he'd like to go to Indonesia to help the people. Before I started sharing, I was worried I might cry. Well, I didn't care if they saw that, but still was wanting to avoid it if I could. I made it through without crying while I was talking. I ended by showing a bunch of slides while a Newsboys song played, and it was then that I cried. I cried for people who's lives have been turned upside down, I cried for friends who have lost home and family to the waves, I cried for the loss of new found friends, I cried because my heart is heavy for the people of Aceh.