comfort

The other morning I heard all this giggling coming from the neighbors when I got up to see what it was I saw the father plowing his field with a cow and his two daughters sitting on the plow laughing away. It was so cute.

When in the states am I going to see that?

Even though it will be the hardest thing to leave this place I have peace in my heart about going home. I also know that I am going to struggle with reentry. Last night as I got a spoonful of way too salty potatoes, I realized how comfortable it is at home. If I do not like something at home to eat, I can go to our huge fridge and pick something else out, or hop in the car and get anything my heart desire. I want to bring simplicity of India home. I want to not always fuss over everything and depend on Jesus for comfort, not food or friends.