I'm in the US this fall. In Kentucky. I can't describe
exactly how calming it is to sit in my little apartment at night, knowing that
just outside the windows is a hillside covered in tall trees barely beginning
to color, grass so green it's almost literally blue, and billows of crisp,
clear air all the way up to the autumn stars. Pumpkins are orange again. There's lots of space. We just had a special day
of prayer for the Himalayan nation that is still on our hearts, and I could
envision those smoky hills and their thousand little points of light in the
night. I love those hills, but at the same time, my
heart is quieted by knowing there is a place like this one in the world that
for some reason, above all others, feels like home.
