I’ve been wanting people to come visit us more than I thought I would.
I knew visitors would be fun, but I didn’t think I’d be itching for people to come so much. I want so badly for someone else to see this; to understand just a glimpse of this place we’re now calling home. And for familiar faces.
Good news–we have friends coming in just one month! They aren’t coming simply to see us; it’s a team from Conway that comes each year for a short-term ministry trip around Mae Sot. We’re just thrilled to see friendly faces, and we’re considering them our personal guests!
I’m also wanting to go to America for a visit more than I thought I would. I thought the fun of a new place would last longer than it has, but really I simply want to find a way to be there for every big event: my roommate’s wedding, my nephew’s birth, my sister’s visit home from England, and even the next big Spero event. (Have you guys met The Spero Project? I had the privilege of working with them in OKC, and they are truly wonderful.)
I’ve found almost all of my dreams since we’ve arrived have involved visiting home. For the first few weeks I was just magically there, but recently my subconscious has figured out I’d have to fly…so now my dreams begin with flying home, time in the airport, and then times of fun in America. I’ve enjoyed some wonderful times with my Dad, celebrated Laurel’s wedding with her…
I wonder if I’ll always ache for that.
Is this stage while we adjust, or will I always ache this much to just jump on a plane?
I’m not sure. For now, I’ll simply dream wonderful dreams, and I’ll wake up not sure if I’m glad I dreamt it, or perhaps it just made me miss everything much more!