the return

{far more gorgeous than the photos show.}

{j outside the church with tea.}

{the j's. my fantabulous host fam}

Joe and I are home. We were welcomed by warm, steamy, fl rain. How appropiate.

The whole team is back, without any "international incidents." Some are sick and A's foot is still healing, but we'd do it again in a heartbeat. The church in Merthyr is amazing. I was affected by them in so many ways. Cheesy as it sounds, I have to admit I fell in love with the entire church of 90. (how's that for an un-dams statement) My host fam, the J's, were especially precious. They displayed such humility, service, generosity, and hospitality. All with spectacular accents, of course. ;)

Aside from seeing my wonderful family, I'm struggling with jumping back into life. Culture shock hits most when you're home. Everything is strange. The cars are huge, the roads are wide, the land is unbelievably flat, we drive on the wrong side, billboards are everywhere, there's ice in my drink, I think it's 5hrs later than it is... Seriously, America in general feels very superficial. I'm struggling to adjust. Partly because I don't want to. I don't really want to interact with the world. I need His grace. Anyway I'm rambling. A quick-jet-lagged-and-still-recovering update. More to come. I'll figure out the best way to show you photos. All 655 won't fit on here.

The post beneath is of my fam, since my "welsh family" wanted to see them.

Relying on grace.