The hours went quickly, and I noticed, as we pushed off to leave, that my heart decided to stay there. I let myself consider what it would be like to make this my home, to live here and to continue to learn and to teach, and I imagined the what-if’s, had I stayed. 

The missionary stopped and went to check on the woman, we all shrugged and got out of the vehicle and followed.

I couldn't stop thinking of Andy waving goodbye to us from the front porch.

The statistics tell us what we already feel, it's not that common to be called to full time missions.

Jesus had been shot.
For obvious reasons the scene  was supposed to cause the viewer great turmoil as the camera man panned over the bullet holes.
But, I felt no turmoil.
Instead, I laughed.