First off, I would like to tell you I am sorry. To my supporters, to my family, and to my
friends, and to you the loyal stranger reading my blog, I am sorry that I am
just now getting around to posting a blog that is about a month overdue and I
have not done such a great job of keeping people informed on what is going
on. So, I am going to try and regain
that ground. Hopefully it will be like
best friends who haven’t seen each other for ages coming back together like no
time was ever lost, or like being hugged for the first time after a decade of
loneliness, or finally sharing something you were forced to keep secret…
Picking up where we left off, I was just a few days from
leaving Nicaragua…
Leaving Cicrin (the children’s home we were at, if you have
already forgotten) had quite a different feel than I had expected. Leading up to our departure from Ometepe, I
found myself getting more and more excited. I wasn’t really anticipating feeling any strong emotions as we pulled
away, and as a whole I hadn’t felt as if I had “connected” with any of the
children, and in reality my attempts to do so were rather feeble. If anything, I was beginning to be slightly annoyed by a
child or two sadly enough. Right up to the night before we left my only
thoughts on leaving were that of excitement. But something happened…
After a few parting remarks and boarding the bus we began to
roll away. As we drove down the long
dirt road my heart and mind were pushed and pulled in unfamiliar ways. I began to think of any way I might could
return or help the children. If it were
possible, I was ready to beg on behalf of these children for couples to adopt
them or anything that might improve their situation. “What could I do?”
Before getting on the bus one of the young boys began to
almost cling to me, in a way I don’t know how to describe, I knew his heart. I hated that I had ever felt
anything, but joy to be around him. I
felt as if I had to leave my younger brother, without even a promise I would
return.
I did not lose any excitement for the journey ahead, but God
definitely showed me something through it. I left for this trip, praying that God would use it to break my heart
for people, but hadn’t really had the faith that he might do it. And, I know it was just another taste of
being broken for a person, but it felt good in a way… like a reunion of
friends.
We made it to the ferry and left the island.
