Home is where the heart is.

I have less than 24 hours left in Liberia. I feel like I was just counting down for my arrival here but the reality is that I have been here 7 months already. These months have been some of the greatest, yet, most challenging of my life. I have seen things I never could have imagined- crazy, funny, ridiculous, horrible, annoying, wonderful, life-changing things. I have met the most amazing people, loved on the most amazing kids, witnessed triumph despite disease, myths and poverty. I have watched a county continue to rebuild and come to life, recovering from war, but with still so far to go. I have grown personally. Discovered a world outside my comfort zone and made it my own. Learned to trust in God at all cost and rejoice in His beauty and blessings. I have experienced miracles. For all that has happened in the last 7 months, I am grateful. I have been spoiled rotten. I am thankful for every good time and for every time I wondered why. I find myself facing what comes next with a great uncertainty and unknown. There is a song lyric that sums it up- "Some say home is where the heart is, show me where my heart is, because I am scared to death." I am going home, but I think most of my heart will be staying in Liberia.