just read through my old journal from rwanda..
it feels kinda weird. reading through everything, going back through the bible and seeing which verses people talked about during their sharing, seeing what i thought about and how i felt about everything while i was there, my first impressions of people, then getting to know everyone, all the good times, all the hard times, all the fun times… its a bittersweet feeling. happy remembering all the good times, sad because i miss all of that and because i want to go back.
maybe one day i’ll be able to go back.. hopefully. :)
