All who wander....

"Not all those who wander are lost."  The famous quote by J.R.R. Tolkien (I had no idea he said that until I wrote this).  I find that saying very relevant to my life here. At some point in the week you can find me wandering the city.  I just roam (as my friend Janet puts it), no where in particular, just walking around side streets and around apartments, through parks, finding nifty little shops and little pieces of beauty. As the weather changes and the leaves are turning yellow and orange it is great weather for wandering.  A time of wandering, a time of prayer, a time to be thankful and a time to pray for a city that is lost, and a city that the Lord has used to change and mold me.  I will never be able to fully express in words the struggles, joys, and growth that has occurred during my time here, just like I will never be able to fully express the beauty, frustration, love, weird time warp and unexpectedness that this city and country hold.  So for now I wander the streets, praying, taking in every smell, site and ray of light, for soon the time will come when I will no longer be able to wander the streets and wonder many things or sit and read a book in my favorite park or coffee shop. More importantly there will soon be a time when I can no longer meet face to face with the people that I have gotten to know here, so for now I will soak up as much time with them as I can. I wander but am not lost.