In The Waiting

My time back in Malaysia has been significant due to the amount of time I spent back there. As I am looking through Facebook and Instagram, I am finding myself relating to so much back there, as if I wanted to be back there again to witness all of it. 

Nevertheless, I find that I am where I need to be. Ironically, I used to think that America would be a much more easier place for me but for some unexplainable reason, I find that it no longer is. Maybe it will take longer time to adjust but now I am beginning to see that Malaysia is a more easier and somewhat comfortable place, whereas America is much more harder. 

There is a thought that Malaysia has now become somewhat a safe refuge but America the valley of the shadow of death. Sometimes America scares me more now, but it has somehow become the idea that safety is not what I need, but rather the treacherous road where God is more visible to me.