I sat in the passenger seat and this time it wasn't because of the snow and ice. That's all gone. This time I sat over there just because, and I watched the festive holiday lights outside the window as we drove by. H was talking about his trip to Burma. He tells me about it in snippets, and sometimes I think that's because it's just too much for him to process all at once. When he shares, it's clear to me he's been sitting with what he knows until he's sure he's heard from God. Words about how to build a bridge between us and the scores of refugees who've come to our church from a country half a world away.
"If Burma taught me anything," he was saying, "it's that I need to go to them."
He's been working this out over the past two months, and each time he shares it, the image I have in my head shape-shifts just a bit. This time when he says it, we turn the corner onto our street and I realize H is right and I was once the refugee.
Blogging today in community, with Michelle and the gang.
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