[the internet is super slow here, so I'll upload photos later]
I've been thinking a lot in Peru. Being locked in a future orphanage that only reminds you of a prison compound will do that to you. Through all of my thinking I've determined this month is just hard.
Where we live it's hot, dirty, smells bad, uncomfortable, and full of sand flies biting at your feet and legs. There isn't hot water, internet, comfy chairs, air conditioning, ice water, or any other comforts of life. Add to that a constant feeling of spiritual oppression that washes over the land, and you have one rough month. I've honestly been ready to leave for Bolivia since day 2 or 3 here.
I've been trying so hard to look past all of this- to get over myself long enough to see what God is doing here and how I can be apart of it, but it's all made me bitter and homesick and ready to punch all of my squad mates. I find myself looking forward to our day and a half off when I get coffee, internet, and air conditioning more often then I feel I should be.
But here we are one full week away from leaving Trujillo. Our last week will be spent with Joca working with his sand boarding ministry, which I've honestly been hoping for since Quito. Today has been very refreshing. I had breakfast at the beach, coffee at the mall, and just had time to be away from (most) everyone.
Here's a not so subtle transition to fundraising! I'm still very far away from my next fundraising deadline that must be met by the end of March. Please consider donating here.
