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The laundry is going, I have showered and eaten, it's like we were never gone. Unless of course, you look at the huge pile of newspapers and mail on the kitchen counter. I don't want tomorrow to come. At least not too soon. I'm not ready to go back to my reality. Liberia has certainly left a hole in my heart. We met some wonderful people and I feel guilty leaving them and coming back to abundance and comfort. This life will never be perfect and whole, but I have seen hope on the faces of those that shouldn't have any and that is enough for me. He is there among them and I was a witness.