yes, this week i’m exploring a series of paradoxes with a bunch of other missionaries just returned from the field. a little thing called “debriefing and renewal” in the mountains of colorado. some people have come “home” for good, others are just here for a year before returning to assignments abroad. all are totally grateful for their experiences and are struggling now with varying degrees of home-sickness (for “adopted” countries) and identity crisis. yet all have been burned, bruised, and battered; the side of being a missionary that is rarely shared outside the safest of circles. this place is definitely a safe one, and i’m glad i made it out here, albeit (slightly) grudgingly.
totally sucks awesome hated it beautiful