Even as I type those words it, is hard to believe.
We have spent two weeks in this nation-- two weeks loving, laughing, crying, hugging, working.
Two weeks changing.
I hope that when you see us, whoever you may be, we are completely unrecognizable. Oh, how I hope. It is my prayer that each one of us has been so emptied of ourselves, and so filled up with the agape love of God, that we cannot help but to reflect the person of Jesus.
We can say that we are "never the same", but the true test of this plea to be forever changed comes when we step off the plane in America.
May we truly, never, ever, ever, ever-ever, be the same.
In big ways, and small ways. In our home, in our workplace, in our schools, on the street, in the car, in every moment.
And may we never stop changing.
For to me, to live is Christ and to die is gain.
These photos are from Wednesday, during our visit to Kong Pixay: our final stop to church orphan homes.