impressions

It's strange how all the places we have gone to have left thier impressions on us. I know for me it seems like every little thing reminds me of where I went. today it was simply the direction that the wind was blowing that took me back. However, it is always something, if not the wind, the color of the sky, or the mannerisms of the people at the post office. It's just strange, I expected the big part of culture shock, and was prepared for that. My heart went out to the people that I fell in love with while overseas.
Along with the people i was sent to, my heart often finds itself going out to my fellow interns that I lived with and learned how to be a better member of the body with. I miss them all the time, and father usually leads me to pr for them many times. I guess I miss them so much because everyone I knew was removed from me, and they became my family during the times when I needed a brother to fight for me, or the love of a sister.
I see this in some of you others too. when you talk about your expreiences something changes in your voice you become quieter and your mind is not in this country for a few minutes. The tenderness with which you tell a story about a person of peace you met makes me remember that i'm not the only one going through this type of thing. It's such an encouragement to know that you too have learned to walk in obediance to Father, and have learned to seek not only His hand, and what He will do, but to seek His face, and who He is. I'm so glad that your obedience, whether at home or overseas, has made Father more famous.
-Julia
p.s. see you all soon!