When God told me Cambodia wasn’t my story (yet), I was frustrated. Here I am drinking Starbucks in Oregon while my immediate family hops on a plane to spend the next ten years bringing Jesus to a third world country. 370 more words
Tags » Wanderlust
I can’t help it.
Every morning, I wake up to a ceiling full of pictures. Pictures of the towns and cities of England, pictures of the lush lands of Sweden, pictures of the dense jungles and wild animals of the Amazon- Basically, pictures of every place imaginable- And I feel a sense of longing, a sense of sadness, a sense of wanderlust. 258 more words