I miss the Middle East today.
I miss the hot sun and the burning wind. I miss the harsh beauty of the volcanic mountains and the soothing ocean. I miss the kids on my street. I miss the boys buzzing at the gate and the girl's innocent smiles. I miss my English classes and my students. I miss walking and taking debaabs. I miss the fruit dukan and my favorite fazulia resturant. I miss my friends. I miss them laughing at my Arabic attempts and loving me because I tried. I miss sharing thousands of cups of Shai. I miss sappy text messages. But most of all I miss my desperation and total dependence daily on Christ. I miss the peace that come unexplicably in difficult days. I miss clinging to the promises of God for survival. I miss thirsting for His word. Life here is good and pleasant but not full. I miss living daily aware of my purpose.