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Home.

If "Home is where the heart is" where is home these days?
Nepal?  Nebraska?  Lancaster?

Who knew my heart could be so torn and confused
Who knew the question "so, how was Nepal?" would be so difficult to answer
Who knew that when I scroll through pictures it makes me want to cry - for several reasons
Who knew coming back to America would be so challenging
Who knew the "pressing into the uncomfortable" wouldn't end with Nepal
Who knew little smiles, hands, faces, children would clamp a grip of steel on my heart
Who knew I would miss my team something fierce

God knew.  God knows.

These emotions and thoughts aren't new to Him.  They didn't catch Him by surprise.

This week Jesus has been reminding me, through songs and prayer, to climb up on the Rock, that is Himself.  Climb up above the churning waters of life, of America, of complicated emotions, and rest in Him; let His love soak my soul.  Such comfort and deep peace there is at the feet of Jesus.

So friends, I can't wait to share pictures, and stories.  They will come, I promise.  I literally just finished sorting through 3,000 pictures, and have narrowed it down to less then 1,000.  Woot, woot!

I hope to be real, to share the happiness and the hurt, the joy and the sadness, the easy and the hard. I'm excited to give you a glimpse of Nepal.  A place where the light shines brightly in the middle of deep darkness.  A place where Jesus met me in my brokenness and changed my heart and spoke beautiful things to my soul.  A place where I saw Jesus all around me.