Here I sit, drinking Costa Ricas finest coffee, reading notes from the people that stole a huge part of my heart, listening to all of the voice memos just to hear the people that bring me alive, and looking at the many pictures that are guaranteed to make me smile and laugh because of the sweet memories behind each one. There are really no words to describe how it feels to be home. When people become your life for three months, when ministry together becomes your life for three months all your heart wants is to be with them when separated and that is exactly what mine is wanting. It hurts to be so far away from the people that taught you so much about yourself, the people that brought you even closer to the Father, and the friendships that were the most special. But it is a good hurt. A hurt that is so beautiful and hurt that has taught me so much. When I think back to what the last three months have brought the word that sticks out the most is JOY. A joy that I really have never felt before. A joy that could never be wiped from me or be taken a way, a joy that gave me full purpose to this beautiful life the Father so graciously gave me the opportunity to live, and a joy that cannot be contained or kept quiet. Life is ministry and ministry is life and when you choose that every day all you receive is joy, all you receive is kindness, all you receive is grace, and all you can feel is love. A love that is so high, so wide, and deep. A love that there is nothing like and love that you cannot even being to explain how far it will go. That is what I was filled with and that is what continues to fill me. This love has taught me how to change perspective, how to let people in, how to look at people in the ways the father looks at them, how sit at his feet, and how to remember. That is the same love that drives me face down to the ground because of how good and deep it is. We serve an amazing God and its crazy to think the just these three months was just a glimpse into the work He is doing through his people. Because I have chosen to taste and see what the Father has, just to taste and see that he is good, my life has been changed, my heart has been made new and formed into something even more beautiful. That even in the darkest times I still got to taste and see that he was good and that even in those valleys he was right there in the fire with me. So here I sit, home, trying to grasp onto a new routine, and finding where to bring the things I learned into my everyday life. I feel full, I feel loved, I feel extremely blessed, and I feel honored. Honored to be apart of the friendships the father so kindly blessed me with. Honored to be loved by the beautiful town of Vigía. Honored to join the Father hand in hand in this beautiful life he has give me. Dios es Bueno, God is good.
