In all my travels, although there hasn't been many, there's always that inexplicably wondrous feeling of discovering something new, or rediscovering what has always been. Being in a different place, in the midst of a different culture, in the company of different people, somehow puts things into perspective. Like another one of the mysteries of life has started to unfold.
Mostly, I travel alone. Sometimes with friends, sometimes with family, but mostly on my own. And guess what, I don't really mind. It's when I get myself lost that I find myself the most.
And I come back home a different person from who I was before I left. With new stories to tell. With a stronger set of values. With a broader view of the world around me. With a deeper appreciation of all the things I have, all the people I love, and all that I am blessed with. Little by little I begin to understand, although I can't fully grasp, how deep, how high, how long, how wide, how great God's love is.
You're off to Great Places
You're off and away!
Flying kite photo by Cesz Urbano
