This Isn't a Mission Trip Anymore

     I've been here for just over two weeks now, and I think it has finally hit me. I'm not on a mission trip. This is real, I am living here, and I'm not going home. As much as I love it here (because I do!), as much as God is pouring out his grace and love, and as many wonderful people that are like family to me here, my own family and friends from home are not here with me. I'm so busy and have a meaningful life here, yet that doesn't keep me from missing home. I really miss my family.