When I was saying goodbye to my grandma before I left the States, I told her I'd miss her, and she said, "We're just people. There are people everywhere." Hmm. It's hard to think about the ones that hold chunks of my heart in their hands as "just people," but the more I travel, the more He provides people to love on me and encourage me. It blows my mind that He uses "just people" to remind me of His love over and over again.
"Just people" sent me out and promised to love me forever.
"Just people" do life with me.
"Just people" come visit me.
"Just people" let me live with them for 6 weeks in Thailand.
"Just people" Skype in just to say hey.
But, you know what? They're just people. It's true, but the One who sent me on this journey is with me every step of the way.
"It is God to whom and with whom we travel, and while He is the end of our journey, He is also at every stopping place."
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