My 17-year-old daughter is nearly halfway around the world from me right now in Battambang, Cambodia. She’s there for the next couple weeks helping build schools for impoverished nearby villages. She’s also exploring ancient temples, visiting the open markets, and immersing herself in the local culture. To help pass the time while she’s gone, I worry about her. A lot.
I mean, how am I supposed to protect her when she’s in a foreign land so far away?
I’ll just be glad when she returns so I no longer have to fret whenever she goes out for lunch or shops at Walmart or attends her own school or church. Because everything will be great once she’s safely back home again. Here in America.