Part of my heart is still in Southeast Asia.
What remains of me has been completely transformed.
I'm an American. Make no mistake.
But I don't see the world like the typical American. Not any more...
I cross the threshold back into my office/studio/bedroom at 0300, clap twice. Soft lights around the perimeter of the ceiling surge, illuminate the place. I stop and stare.
Is this my world?
Morning light comes. (3 hours later.)
I press the silver button that will bring my MacPro to life. It doesn't.
I hear the sounds of a failing hard drive.
Thank you Jesus!
No, I'm serious. That's exactly what I said.
Do you know that stress is a choice?
Do you know that life is about much more than emails, work, school, stuff?
Or shall I say, much less?
Ask my Cambodian friends.
I work in the garden instead of the office. Then I leave home again, after 48 hours. In my flip flops. My dead computer stays. I thank Jesus for [another] Seagate failure all the way to Oklahoma...
Because to eat, to sleep, to pray...
this is life.
And my computer, and my email, and my to-do list... These other things that dominate when someone asks me what I'm going to do today?
Those are actually accessories.
On this trip, the accessories stayed home. My iPhone went to Europe in Joshua's pocket.
And I just loved people.
I've never felt so alive.