We Never Go Home the Same
Stingray, chicken’s feet, bakkwa, and Kashmiri Naan were never words on my dear Sarah’s culinary checklist before she came with me on this mission trip to Singapore. 
She’s always been one with a taste for the bland (that’s my opinion!), but things change, including taste buds. I’m so proud of her, not simply for her expanding tastes, but for her willingness to cross those cultural bridges that up to this point have been rather threatening. I think Jesus encourages us to let nothing hold you back. She will be returning to the US in a week or so having shared her testimony and her counsel in classrooms, small groups, and in private conversations with people she was willing to “change shape” for, using even the dinner table for a bridge rather than a barrier.