Month 3 in Bolivia has officially come to a close, and it is day 2 of our 7 days of travel to our next country; Cambodia.
The morning of January 1st we kicked off our new year by getting on a bus. We traveled to Puno, Peru where I am currently sitting in a cafe writing this blog.
Tomorrow we will fly to Lima for an 11 hour layover, and fly to Miami for another long layover. After another flight to Atlanta we will depart for Seoul for yet another layover before our last flight to Phnom Penh. I’ve learned that travel isn’t so bad when you have sweet friends to spend it with. As far as being in America for a day, I’m excited to eat chik-fil-a but at the same time I’m hoping that being in the States doesn’t make me homesick.
To recap my time in Bolivia, it was the most difficult month so far. I felt overwhelmed, anxious, and stressed most of the time. I struggled. Sorry to keep it so simple, but instead of going into detail about the dust, I want to talk about the beauty. We worked with young girls that were in addiction rehab. These girls broke me with their stories of their past pain and hurt. Saying goodbye to them broke my heart. As I left, all I could think about was their bright futures. All I want for them is an abundant life with Christ.
To close, I have decided to share a letter that I wrote in my Journey book. This is a letter to the past Averi. The Averi that still creeps into my present being and tries to tell me that my life is a pattern that will never break. That’s a lie. So here it is:
Dear past Averi,
When you were young you started filling your heart with all the wrong things.
You let others dictate how you act. You let boys dictate your worth.
Your value was found in the ways every guy praised you.
In college you found Jesus, forgiveness, and a good life.
But the pattern of your old life still played its course.
It still had ruling over your life.
Every guy that stopped by said the same things.
You let them in too easy, you gave away your heart.
Yesterdays Averi is not Todays Averi.
The past will never define you.
The old patterns are dead.
Every day you will become more new.
More like Averi.
