3.3.13

Every day I think I fall more and more in love with this country, with these people. I always think about endings at the beginning, which is silly, but I have already been thinking how hard it’s going to be to watch this family disband and go separate ways. I can only imagine how much closer we’re all going to get. It is a beautiful thing to watch develop- slowly, like a morning glory during sunrise, but goodness is it stunning. I am enamored with the volcano, with the mexico city lights at night, spread out across the country like fallen stars on the ground. I am enamored with the way God sweeps me away during every worship time, and that crossing borders doesn’t necessarily mean you’re moving into new territory, because you find that all the same problems, the same struggles, the same dreams, the same God exists across state lines. The thought, or desire rather, of living here on day keeps seeping its way inside my lungs when I least expect it, and I find myself become more and more accustomed to this yearning. We are still are broken ships no matter how far away we sail from our normal day-to-day life. I’m not sure I’ll ever breathe normal again.