Will they understand?

I only have one more night until I get to live the American lifestyle for six weeks.

"Will they understand?" is the question that keeps running through my head...

Will they understand what I have seen?
Will they understand what I have heard?
Will they feel the pain that I do?
Will they just smile and say I am glad God "called" you.


Will the orphans understand why I am not there Saturday?
Will they understand that I love them more than the American dream?
Will they remember my name when I return?

I am scared that I cannot live the American life for a month.

I am scared I cannot sit in that same church pew as if nothing has changed.

I am scared my bed won't be so comfortable.

I am scared that it won't feel like home anymore.