Today I feel like a truck hit me. Well, I'm very tired for one, after all it is the middle of the night in Lui. That isn't the only realization that is hitting me today. I can't listen to the radio, don't want to, I can't do the laundry without crying and thinking of washing in Lui and how hard it is and the fact that if you could even get a machine there what water would you use. I went to breakfast with a friend and got rice to go with everything else and dripped our refined honey on it (not the same as Lui honey). I still want that connection with a place which has permeated my life for only a short time. It's not to romanticize it, this is a difficult place to live and it has many problems. Maybe this is the point. I'm in a difficult spot and so often in our Western world we fix difficult places fast. There are no quick fixes for this place I'm in, no quick fixes for Lui. It is hard work and one I am so glad to have been a part of. Thank God for hard and difficult places along the road. Without them we never fully grow into this life of faith.