Well, it has happened.

We are just a few days from heading "home" now... I'll get to listen to stranger's conversations and understand them. I'll hear sea gulls. And southern drawls. I'll get to hold and kiss and smell my GrandBoys. I'll get to hug my dogs. I'll get to embrace my loved ones who made it possible to come here.

But... I'll miss the mountains. And the language. And my little apartment. And the currency that looks like play money. And the food. But mostly, I'll miss the people.

Who knew I'd feel this way? He did.

So again, I'm relying on Grace to keep going. To not miss out on anything. To give all I've got while I'm here. To finish strong.

That's how it should be with all of us. All the time.

Don't look too far ahead. You might not be able to process what you see. And you'll get scared. And you'll stop.

Instead, give right now all you've got. And then do the same tomorrow. And the next day. And don't hold anything back. Ever. From anybody. Cause somebody needs you and what you have to offer. Right now. And you might not even know who.

But He does...