Currently Listening: Gungor’s Dry Bones, Delirious’ Obesssion, Waterdeep’s I Could Run Away, Gungor’s Ezekiel.
It’s raining in Jaco. It has rained everyday since we got here. We were told it was the dry season. But we don’t mind the rain, once we figured out the tent situation. It has truly been a beautiful week. I can take account for that in these quite moments. Moments alone. We have so much more to do. Yet we’ve done so much. And not enough at the same time.
Who would have thought I would travel 2,687 miles and still be doing janitor type work. I’ve scrubbed a toilet or two here. We are blessed here in Jaco. Practically everything we could “need” is here at La Ola. I’m still relishing in the fact I can wear shorts and tank tops. I know I’ll miss these moments once we get to Cambodia.
I have this feeling. It’s similar to the one I had when I went to Cambodia for the first time. I’ve been here before. I’ve done all this before. We spend our days playing with kiddos. Doing yard work and making sure other kiddos don’t hurt themselves on the skate ramp. It feels a lot like home. I’ve done more Vacation Bible Schools than I can count. Sports camps, summer camps, youth retreats(where wrangling kids was always needed). Is it that I’ve been here(I recognize that tree) before? Or just that the LORD knew what I’d be doing in Jaco and knew I would be used to handling kids? Does he not remember that I’m awful with kids?
Everyday at least 4 times a day I have to remind myself I’m in Costa Rica. On a mission trip. For the next 10 months. It hasn’t sunk in yet. I begin to wonder if it ever will.
“I have too much life to die. I have too much life to follow Jesus.”
