I want to say something about Hong Kong, and I feel as though I should; but the thing is, there are no words for me to say.

I mean, there are a lot of words. But they are MY words. My words that will take up my insides and churn my thoughts and breathe my being and shape the person that I am, and that I will become. They are already shaping. I am slowly becoming.

I don't understand the words spoken here, but there is a language that I can feel. It is without sounds or tones or grammar.

And it tells me that we are all human, and that we are all loved by someone much greater.

One week in Hong Kong, and I am a different person.

At lunch she told me that sometimes we are scared of experience-- we are scared of leaving the pockets of our families to go, to serve the Lord. The scriptures tell us to go out, into the world. I listened to her as she told me these things.

The train passed through the station from a far away destination, but it didn't stop. It wasn't authorized to stop. But we stopped. We watched the train as it approached, and faded away. We knew the people of that train. We could feel them, even as the train roared passed. I listened to the roar, but also to the feelings.

I married into this. Sometimes I am scared, but mostly I am just trusting. I trust my husband, I trust the Lord.

And life is supposed to be an adventure, right?