Our truck whizzed down the highway, scattered car lights piercing through the night. We had packed, luggage and new Thai friends and all, into the back.
Just seven months earlier I lay wrapped in my comforter, grieving the future I so desired but never pursued. I had given up a one-way ticket to “find myself” on a solo backpacking trip through Asia—the journey I had left everything for. And now here I sat, far from lonely, blanketed with seven other soul-seekers in that Thai summer heat.
It’s true what they say. When you lay a dream down at God’s feet, the unimaginable becomes your reality. It’s so different leading a trip by your own two feet versus following Jesus into foreign coffeeshops and countrysides to serve others. Now, my footprints are not the only things left of me in India; my heart and soul are forever intertwined with the dozens of stories I’ve been so privileged to guest star in.
Every inch of my body cried out sweat as I gripped those metal bars suspending me from the slick pavement beneath our truck bed. And yet, I couldn’t help but smile. A peace-filled smile. A boba-full smile. A knowing, comforted, wow-I-feel-so-alive type smile.
I had finally made it.
I had finally found it.
I was home.
written upon arrival in Thailand, Apr. 29, 2016