Monstrous March.

Let's face it. 


I'm 5'9", and I live in Asia, so I feel a lot like Elf some days.


Turns out, we have a lot in common.


When I wear my hair in a high bun (my personal favorite), I can't stand up all the way on the bus and my poor bun SMACKS into doorways. In my mind, I say, "High bun slapppp" every time it happens. 

I don't blend in very well... so I get stared at a lot... mostly because I'm white... and partially because I'm HUGE....

I have to concentrate HARD when conversing in my newfound language, so sometimes, embarrassingly enough, I bend down to listen. 

The owner of a guest house I stayed at last week was REAL worried because he thought the beds would be too short for me... "Sir, I'm big... but I'm not THAT big."

I don't take it personally. Really. But sometimes lately I have felt awkward... like there's no where to hide... or like there's a raccoon CLAWING at my face. 

So... I press on. Even though I'm taller than the next guys, and sometimes I sit in seats that are a tad too small...

...I love it here. 

Untold Stories.

Just the mere thought of human trafficking has always been something that has got my blood pumping.

But now, my heart no longer just beats faster because of trafficking statistics or news stories.

 

They're real people. Real friends.

Real tears. Real fears.

 

I hate sin. So bad. 

Families, misled. 

Boys, sold. 

Girls, raped. 

Hope, lost. 

Hearts, broken. 

Stories, untold. 

Safari.

This morning...

I rode an elephant out into the woods. 

And got to see dozens of rhinos. 

I discovered that elephants have these cute little hairs. 

I got to hang out with these crazy girls. 

And chill on the back of this Dumbo. 

 

I'm one happy camper.