i sit here staring at my computer knowing that i need to write a blog, but doing it more out of necessity than desire. it's just that i am finding it really difficult to put into words the things i have experienced in the last month and a half...
i've seen and felt some really dark stuff. i've experienced the bondage of a country void of religious freedom. i've lived in a country so dark that even the stars can't find the light to shine; a country marked by a wall that screams of slavery.
i've walked through the busy streets of thailand. i've seen faces of utter brokenness. i've looked into the eyes of darkness, felt it's fury, and almost crumbled at its overwhelming presence.
it's one of those times where words wont do justice to what i have seen. where words most definitely can't describe what i have felt. my words fail me.
but my failure, my inadequacy, is what brings me back to my first love. everything within my own strength will never be enough to heal these nations. never be enough to heal my own soul. but, luckily i have arms to run into. arms of a father, arms of a savior, arms of a healer, arms of a lover. arms strong enough break down walls. arms big enough to wrap around brokenness. arms powerful enough to conquer all evil.
thankfully, even when my words fail me... His love never fails.