I'm here. This is the view from my window... okay I'm totally lying, but I wish I wasn't.
I've been living here for a little over a month now, and have just gotten my feet wet enough at my church plant to daily bounce between intense joy, and incredulity that God would have sent me back to Japan to church plant. Seriously now, what was he thinking? Who knows.
At this moment I'm just trying to remember to take deep breaths and hold onto moments of grace. Like today when my landlady built me a small screen, so that no passerbyers would see my laundry drying outside on my first level entry way. I actually have no shame, and don't care about people seeing my laundry dry, but it is very sweet that she does.