feels like a broken heart

I had one of those days where I got motivated to go through boxes filled with really old stuff.

I found something. . . memories.  The good and the bad.

Specifically stuff from before I went to Africa.  Like pictures from my commissioning, May 2002.  It's been down here ever since.  It's weird to look at pictures of myself then and put myself in that girls shoes.  So excited about what was to come.   With no idea of the hurt that can come from being in ministry.  No idea that she'd leave home thinking she'd be a missionary forever and return with no idea if she'd ever go back.   And 4 years later, still the hurt is there. . .