It's crazy now to realize I've now been home longer than I was gone. Believe it or not, those 18 months do feel like a dream (something I didn't think could ever be true). Not a day goes by that I don't have a memory or a flashback of someone or something from my time spent in Georgia and Florida. A park, a moment, a kitchen, a road, a text, a door, a person, a lesson, a meal, a conversation, an awkward instant, a garage, a voicemail, a piano solo, a baptism, a phone call... so many jewels in my memory. Those times, experiences, places - and most importantly - strangers who became my dearest friends and family in the south - will be forever a treasure in my life and heart.
I love my Savior. I pray I may always live my life so that those around me may feel of His love for them. I am a disciple of Jesus Christ - Now and Forever.
