Things were taking shape. My belongings were scattered in many but organized piles around my room. Pausing for a moment I looked around; I recounted fond memories of my time at YWAM Ozarks. Some fully packed boxes held gifts and journals from the few years I lived there. Most often though, the three years felt like several lifetimes. Traveling abroad months at a time, going through and working with Discipleship training schools take you beyond the normal niceties and give you opportunities to...