I Miss You, Ireland!

This evening, I sat down at the kitchen table, drowsily browsing updates on Facebook after having spent three and a half hours with my parents and family in Muldrow. We had such a great time!

But by the time we got home, it was after 10:30 p.m. and I found it difficult to keep my eyelids open.

Stephen and I were talking, both of us sleepy, and then he started laughing.

"What's so funny?" I asked, pretending to be offended.

"You. You're speaking with an Irish accent!"

"I am...?"

"Yes, you are!" he said.

I am? I'm speaking with an Irish accent?!

Wait a minute.

Exactly one year ago, we were settling down in a town called Newbridge, Ireland, getting ready to work the week-long VBS they were hosting at a church called Open Arms.

I miss it.

Something inside of me misses it. Deeply.

Perhaps that is why my subconscious is bringing an accent from 365 days ago--it feels like a century ago sometimes; at other times, it feels like three days ago--back to my mind and mouth.

I miss you, Ireland. I look forward to returning there one day--with my husband and daughter in tow. I want them to meet you first-hand. Wander your streets and luscious hills as I did. Meet your warm people.

It is my prayer that within one more 365 day set, I will see you again.

And I will rejoice.