This is my final blog.
I write this while sitting in the Managua International Airport. Hours from home. I write this in a bit of a nostalgic and emotional mood. Please understand that days, hours and moments of this journey have been just difficult and exhausting.
But wow, it has changed me. I have experienced God in ways that I never thought imaginable. So here it goes. My final blog of this journey.
I am going to miss this.
Days ago I hitched a ride on the back of a horse drawn carriage with a stranger turned friend named Ivan. We laughed hard together as we drove through the streets of the volcanic island Ometepe.
I am going to miss this.
Two days ago my journey came full circle when I spent the morning on a plantain farm drawing me back to the first days on the infamous farm in Thailand.
I have lived. I have seen.
The skyline of Bangkok. The misty mountains and daily sunsets in Kanchanaburi. The moto rides through the rice fields of Cambodia. The insurmountable beauty of Cape Town. The mornings in Mokhotlong seemingly feeling as if I was entranced in the greatest of dreams. The volcanic island of Ometepe and the simplicity in the way of life there.
Thank you God.
I have lived. I have experienced hundreds of characters.
Little Mary and her sassy personality. Meh and how she loved through food. P Pang, surely one of a kind. Keo a strange yet lovable fellow. The brilliant Germans. Good ole Chewy. Peo, a life-long friend. Vandy, his wisdom and heart. The names and personalities are flooding into my mind. Mama Bu. Pastor Richard. Ms. Precious. Amy. Jose Antonio. Mama Ruth. Rachel. The Librarian. Grade 2’s. Mi Mi. Noel. Alberto. Tuk Tuk driver. P Arun. Boss & Best. Pastor Obed. Pastor Manny. Sam. Pastor Joseph. Byrd from YWAM. Tevon Fritz. Yohann. Names or beings are still flooding.
Thank you God.
I have lived. I have heard.
Jesus being preached, worshiped and talked about in different languages. The words of Jesus being spoken into my heart through conversations with Him and dear friends.
Thank you God.
I have lived. Community.
Team Yesha. Team Pop Collar. Team Owls. Team Daddy’s Girls The Love Shack. The Island.. Gosh. The stories I have. Put six to seven people from all over the states and upbringings together. Yes, I have stories. Yes, I have fallen in love with living in authentic community.
Thank you God.
And to you. My dear friends and family back home. Thank-you. Your money, your prayers, the words you have spoken into my life, the examples you have been and the love you have given me. Thank-you. I am forever grateful.
To stumbling through the rest of this life with God. To attempting to experience and bring Heaven on Earth all the days of my life.
Chapter closed. Time to go teach some adolescents in Tulsa.
All Glory, Honor and Praise to Jesus Christ. The One who is enough.
Rye
