Outside of Comfort
I awoke from a seven hour van ride to the children of the orphanage waiting on the other side of the door ready to take my luggage to the guest house. How are orphans joyful enough to serve me? I couldn’t talk because I didn’t want everyone to know that I was on the verge of crying. Its one thing to know that there are orphans struggling in a third world country, but to see them with my own eyes and be with them as they cheerfully served me, was a foreign feeling that put a funny feeling in my throat. I felt undeserving and I wept.
The next few days I still felt undeserving of...