The more time I spend back in the
U.S the more I ask myself the same question over and over again: “Where’s
home?”


I
am totally homeless.
I
don’t know if I’ll ever have a home again. I have gone through things that most
people have never gone through. I’ve moved to and lived in another country as a
missionary kid (MK). It’s my first time, and I don’t know how really it’ll really turn out in the end.
All
I know is that I have to trust God and listen to what He has to say. He’s the
one that sent me to Thailand in the first place, and He knows where I’m
supposed to go. That brings a lot of comfort to me when I’m awake at night,
asking that question. I know He won’t be leaving me anytime soon… or ever.
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