Nearly two years have gone by. I know there is a part of me that romanticizes the two-month journey the Lord took us on. But mostly, in hindsight I am able to see God's grace more clearly. I know it was hard. I know that by week seven I was so ready to come home. But part of me stayed in Asia. I sometimes wonder what your experience was like. What do you think of when you look back on those months? Do faces of the people we shared with ever come back to you? Do you ever dream and pray that those who decided to follow Jesus would stay strong? What do you think of me? Do you ever think of that time, of our team, of our family overseas? So much has happened in two years. Maybe when people look at my life, it looks stagnant. Maybe it looks like nothing much has changed. My heart would tell you differently. God has continued to refine me, to scoop out more junk, and bless me with simple, little gifts of G...