It’s been 45 days since we signed documents, did homework to debrief and ended or time in Phuket, Thailand. I did not want to leave, a large part of me felt I was being ripped away. For the past 45 days, I’ve been afraid. I was afraid I would lose the initial heart for Phuket. I was afraid I would come home unchanged and easily willing to slip back into old habits. One day, a little while ago, I wrote this journal entry: “Dear Jesus, I am leaving the people I’m wanting to pray for in Your hands. You want…