The world race is almost over.
I’m in month 6. Month 6!
How’d I get to here-with only one more destination?
What am I supposed to do after this? What If I don’t make the “right” decision? Haha, like I know what THAT is.
And what about all these people? What about Jefferson and the ministry? Will i ever get to go back? Such tender and hardworking souls live there. Or what about Julio and the village of San Jose? The people there are so kind. And playing ‘boa, boa, anoconda’ became dear to my heart. And what about San Lorenzo and the obvious/incredible development and shift happening in Guatemala? What is it gonna be like to suddenly not be here?
It’s alarming to me how much a place can become home. I throw up my janky battery powered Christmas lights, and pick a flower and suddenly I feel like I could stay there forever. But more than that, I’ve realized how many things can be universal; a smile, dancing, a hug, the Holy Spirit, and a lot of other things. God created us in his image. All of us. Which means, anywhere I go I can find similarities. Even if I don’t normally eat that or see that thing or speak that way. Or, I’ve never experienced that, or don’t think that way, or have never felt that way. All of our souls are still made by the same God. Something about that blows my mind.
Partly, because I was some what naive to that concept. Like, I thought that I somehow was superior for being the way I was. False.
And also, because God’s creation is beautiful. Like, genuinely so so beautiful. I have been so privileged to meet some of the most beautiful people along this journey.
We have so much to learn from people around us.
thanks God, that you made people. Even though we mess up, you still use us and love us and call us your awesome kids. Thanks that I get to be your hands and feet no matter where I go. And thanks that you are in every step.
