lyrics by Fernando Ortega
Will there come a time when the memories fade
and pass on with the long long years
When the ties no longer bind
Lord, save me from this darkest fear
Don't let me come home a stranger
I couldn't stand to be a stranger
Lord, save me from this darkest fear
Don't let me come home a stranger
There are times when this fear is very real. When I think about coming home, I'm filled with mixed emotions...mostly positive. But then I dread the feelings of having this incredible experience that I won't have the ability to express to people the way I so wish I could. And one of the hardest things of being over here has been missing out on loved ones' experiences back at home. Experiences that have undoubtedly changed them. I do feel like a stranger at times.
But I was talking to my best friend in the world this morning (a.k.a. Miss Leah Lohse...truly one that this world is unworthy of, especially me.) In her wise words, she reassured me that I won't be a stranger, but I will be different. Different because throughout these past two years God has been molding me and ridding me of past junk (a shameful amount, folks...and still plenty left--trust me). But I was once again encouraged, because even though outwardly I truly am wasting away (thanks to this South Asian environment and the lack of beauty products available to make up for it) inwardly I being renewed and shaped and molded...and at times having my spiritual butt kicked. But its worth it.
