I love to travel. I love what I learn about myself and others while traveling. I love hearing other languages, watching people interact, making connections because of a t-shirt or food order or children. I love being surrounded by strangers and finding ways to build connection. Even if those connections are only for as long as it takes for us to take photos of each other’s traveling party.
Like water shapes rocks, those moments of connection shape me. I want to find a way to make those connections happen for others so we can all see how connected we are to each other regardless of where we come from. I want us to realize unless we are willing to listen when it makes our ears, mind, or heart work harder we will not experience the vast goodness of this world God has created for us.
We are responsible for what we learn and how we apply that knowledge. My hope is that I never get to a point when I decide I am too old, too sick, too cranky, or too comfortable to learn from others. I may get to a point when I cannot pack a suitcase and travel, but until my last moments I plan to live as a traveler looking for glimpses of home in all my wandering.