In the last 10 weeks, I've met all sorts of people. Young, old and some in between. And of all different races, colors, and sizes. I keep thinking of how often someone I didn't know, or couldn't speak too has done me a service. Whether that was just to give me directions, instructions, called to me for dropping a glove, offered me their umbrella, tried to speak my language to be friendly, or anything else. It makes me filled with so much happiness knowing that these people were/are introduced into my life by God for a reason. Even if just for a moment, I get to meet one of my spirit brothers or sisters here on this earth and I even get be blessed by their kindness. Seriously how cool is that. I'm so honored to be able to see these people through Gods eyes in their moments of interaction with me. It doesn't matter their skin color, language, religion or social status. Refugee or Governer, God knows them and fills their lives with opportunities and trials. Just as he does for me. One of my favorite lessons from this trip is that a place is only as great as the people are. We have an unlimited number of beautiful cities and sites to see all over the world, but memories and experiences of those wonderful places are always heavily altered by the people we meet or have with us there. Before getting here Italy was like this magical wonderland that was made up in my mind to be sort of surreal. But after getting here and living here for nearly 3 months I've been grounded and have realized that in between all the incredible buildings and monuments, the moments with the people I've meet and come to love here are the ones I will forever remember and cherish. They are what make this place amazing. I can't say it enough but I am so blessed to be here and I know that no matter how many times I leave, I know I'll always find a way back.
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