One year in, and it is bizarre to think about the things that have become ordinary. Buildings in several shades of brown, ranging from once-glorious to yet-unfinished. Streets occupied by a donkey-driven cart, a tuk-tuk, a motorcycle, a microbus that looks weeks, days, hours from falling apart. Drinking coffee in bright plastic chairs in the street, watching soccer with strangers in a language that is inching towards familiarity. Answering the well-worn script of questions about why I'm here and how I've come to speak this language.
There are things I can see in myself that are more here than there, and I wonder what means for when I go back. It's been a cool, if not sometimes rocky, ride to see where He's taken me in this past year, and I am looking forward to see where we'll go in this next year. I am not alone in this journey, and I will not be alone when I go home. It is remarkable to see what has become ordinary, and to see how, with Him, the ordinary can become remarkable.