This is my last entry about the trip to NK for the time being. The last couple weeks being home have been wildly busy and not afforded as much time for reflection as i'd like- the times of reflection i do have tend to turn almost immediately into times of prayer. My heart has been constantly reminded of NK and the situations that i saw there, as well as those that were out of sight. Though every day I am further away from my time there, my prayers seem to flow all the more. Its a privilege to share a beat of His heart in this way- to love what He loves, and burn with the intent of His Kingdom come. Such a joy to share His heart this way.
It was several weeks ago now that we drove across the border. Our guides fell gravely off script as they bade us farewell, even shedding tears; i don't have to guess that we were not the usual tour group. The impact on these men was marked. But our time was over. We went through borer control procedures in the same cement outpost building that greeted us several days prior. Then we said those telling goodbyes and boarded an old bus to be shuttled across the frontier. Soon NK was an opposite shore and we were standing on Chinese soil across the bridge thinking of our time in NK in past tense.
The trip back to our base town would be another thirty hours- it seemed an overwhelming series of trains and buses. We felt giddy, exhausted, dazed and free. I spent hours staring out train and bus windows, watching through rain beaded windows as miles of countryside rolled by... my mind just wondering over the moment in which i found myself, and the memories of recent days. It was still difficult to believe that i ever went- and almost as difficult to believe i was now getting further and further away. The prayers were few- it was almost as if the days were a blur.
Buses and trains were followed a few days later by taxis and planes...and another day later i was home in Maui. The emotions were the same again: still thinking it surreal that i went, and surreal that it was over. The prayers for NK that are now regular features in my days would begin a few days later.
I am sure i will revisit NK in my writing, but for now, this is the last i am writing of the trip. Know that it will not be far from my heart, though perhaps absent from my writing. Please keep remember NK in your prayers. To those who helped me go: thank you again for sending me to one of the heaviest and most inaccessible nations on earth to represent Jesus Christ.
May His Kingdom come.