A Heart That Holds On
Everybody told me that the first month would suck. And I knew it would be a challenge. I mean, I’ve never been away from home for more than a couple of weeks at a time. And I’ve never been away from family for more than a week at a time. So when God said, “Hey Amy. What’s up? You should go out of the country for a semester with people you don’t know and fight human trafficking,” I kinda knew what I was getting into.
But holy cow. I’ve only been gone for three weeks and I’ve already seen so much. ...