It's so abnormal.
I have been home for four days now and I can say for certain I am still in huge reverse culture shock. Both physically and mentally. Although I do have more hope for my body to recover much faster than my mind. It is so weird to feel this way. I almost cannot bear it. I am so very happy to be home don't get me wrong. I love seeing my family and my work family. I truly enjoy story time of the things God did through me while I was there and hugs from my mommy. There is something missing though. The longing is so real. It is like a constant state of longing for my future. A longing to embrace children who have never been loved. A longing to bring hope to a family who has none. A longing to be a missionary every single day for the rest of my life. This longing and desire that is so evident in my heart just pushes me I suppose. It pushes me to look at my school as my mission field for the last year I am so privileged to spend there. It pushes me to do every single thing I do to the glo...