One of the things I love most about living in Colorado is how many amazing weekend getaways are just a few hours away. Telluride’s Via Ferrata is a mountain route equipped with fixed cables and ladders. It’s one of the most beautiful places I’ve been and a place I’ll be visiting again soon. Also, how awesome is this adventure crew?!
A few weekends ago, we headed to Grand Lake with a couple of friends. It’s one of the best places to get away in Colorado during our summers when we just need to breathe. There’s not many things that beat a weekend in the mountains with great friends, a camera, and a little wine.
I wish it was easier to explain my feelings about being back from Ghana.
In case you just started following along with our journey, feel free to check out our post about preparing for our trip to Ghana with Ghana Children’s Fund and our other adoption posts first.
As I was saying, I wish it was easier. I wish the thoughts and images flying through my head could just transport themselves onto paper because it’s nearly impossible for me to put into words our experience, how we’ve changed, and what it’s like to process being back.
Preparing for something you know will change you, change your heart, is complicated … it’s challenging, overwhelming, emotional.
I went to Ghana for the first time last summer with my friend, Molly. It was new and exciting, but also filled me with much anxiety. I felt as though I was going to Africa on a whim, but at the same time following God’s leading. I didn’t know what to expect, I was nervous about the kids liking me, I was self conscious about my vanity that I’ve struggled with since high-school, I was curious what the culture would look like, I was sure I would be touched and grow closer to God, but I didn’t expect my view of the world and of faith to be changed all that much.
I’ve tried to write this post a few times now, and each time, I end up pressing the delete button, not being satisfied with the words on the screen … the words I write, trying to describe my experience in Ghana always fall short in depth and meaning. They probably always will, as I’m sure I haven’t even discovered how deeply the Ghanaian orphans have rooted themselves in my heart. Continue Reading