For the past 12 days, I've been fielding some variation of this question.
For the past 12 days, I've had a difficult time finding the answer.
I've spoken so little of my journey to Peru that people might wonder if it meant anything to me at all. In truth, those 10 days of my life meant more than just about anything I've ever experienced. I feel a little of how I imagine Mary did after Jesus was born. While others around her were glorifying and praising God, Mary treasured up all these things, pondering them in her heart. (Luke 2:19, ESV). Not that I've come close to giving birth to the Savior, but I did spend nearly a year preparing for this mission trip. I looked forward to it, talked about it practically non-stop, and prayed about the work God would accomplish in and through me.
And now it's done.
And there are no words that can possibly explain how God has changed my life irrevocably.
And yet somehow I will try.