Holy cow. Month 11. It’s crazy how fast time flies. It feels like a few weeks ago I was tearfully waving goodbye to Asia, and now here we are in Nicaragua. This month my team is working with Cicrin Orphanage on the island of Ometepe, a tourist spot spouting two volcanoes and lots of mangoes.
We’ve done manual labor, cleaned the grounds, helped in the school, and hosted kid time. It’s been awesome here. We have beds, running water, and a lake just a few yards away. It feels like summer camp, with the constant kids and dining hall type meals.
But with all the comfort and fun comes the sinking feeling that it’ll be over so soon. Ending the race has been harder than I expected. Do I keep pressing in to loving harder teammates? Or do I leave it where it’s at since it’s so close to the end? How do I fall in love with a country when I know my own is 15 days away? How far do I stretch myself, knowing that I have only 2 short weeks left? Did I accomplish my goals or become who I wanted to become or see what I wanted to see?
Slowly I’ve been realizing that those questions still aren’t up to me to answer. The Lord will answer them. All I can do is act according to his will, to obey. Which makes thing easy. But still hard at the same time.
