When words will never be enough, we will say them anyway.

I don't know what to say. Every time I sit down and start to spill what my heart wants to say, it feels so wrong. Like bad grammar or broken English. It doesn't sound out on paper the way I hear it on the inside. All this to say, I experienced incredible things during my 10 days in Ireland. Completing the Wicklow Way was the sort of dream you just assume will never happen to you, because it's too beautiful to turn into reality. But it happened, and I have pictures to prove it!
I met people whose kindness made me rethink the cynical way I view the world; their warm and friendly ways gave me fresh hope for humanity.
I sat on a cliff for 4 hours, just staring into the eyes of the Atlantic Ocean. Jesus sat there with me too. He's the only person I know who would do that- just sit there in silence with me, perfectly content to be in the presence of that kind of majesty.
I also met a lot of lost people. People who have no eyes to see the beauty spread out before them. People who think that good beer, long nights, and lots of friends are as good as it gets. And those are all great things that make life enjoyable, but they are shadows that would instantly disappear in the presence of light. Jesus Christ, knowing him, walking in the presence of the Father of Lights- the moment you wake up to that reality, even the "good" things in life lose that title.
I'm overwhelmed at the opportunity to travel in the country of my dreams. It was everything I ever wanted it to be and more.
Every good and perfect gift comes from the Father of Lights (James 1:17). This was a GOOD gift. And even then, it's probably only a shadow of the good that is still to come.