Those first few days, jet lagged, disoriented and living in a house alone surrounded by high walls was daunting. And yet, through it or more likely because of it I have been blessed with some of the greatest friendships:
A friend who unknowingly was part of changing my presuppositions on being a missionary, trusting in God and even on love.
And another couple who have become my family. Who says being a third wheel is a bad thing?
Another friend has since moved from Gabs to another far more metropolitan, American city. As we were chatting the other night she reminded me: it’s not so much the location but about the people who make up your community, that makes a place great. And though my community here is small and ever-changing, I know its true.
Gabs is not much of a city to look at, but the people I am surrounded with are beautiful.