We left Mexico on Tuesday in a flurry. A bell rang at 4:30am, signaling the beginning of the first race of the year. Everyone jumped out of bed, shoved their things in their packs and ran out the door to their predetermined and well researched way out of the country.
Such a day was it, that slightly prevented me from remembering all that I was leaving. The faces that had been home for two short weeks, the city we had come to know and navigate. And the ways in which we grew.
Like the fact that communication is not constrained by language. That ministry does not always mean doing, but sometimes ministry is praying. Or receiving hospitality. Or singing in English. Or laughing.
(g:racers with the iglesia marahathana)
The beauty of the generosity we experienced will follow me around the world, and I will always have a place in my heart for the people of Jerusalen.
(view leaving Mexico Tuesday morning)
With that said, expect an update soon from the BEAUTIFUL city of Antigua, Guatemala.
