Guatemala. 

This country and these people have been on my heart before I even knew I was going on the World Race. I knew this would be a month my heart would come alive.

As I prepare to leave tomorrow for debrief in Antigua with my squad, I have begun to take inventory of what this month has held for me.

And I realized…this month certainly hasn't been picture perfect for me by any means.

I spent time in the hospital and fought sickness for a lot of the month. My team fought spiritual oppression. I live in my tent, which stayed wet most of the month. I have been dealing with insurance and financial difficulties. I live in a compound of 20 foot high concrete walls and barbwire. I work with children and teenagers who need assistance in even the most basic of ways. I am exhausted- physically, mentally, emotionally.

But when I think of Guatemala and my time here, when people ask me how I am doing here, I don't ever think of these things.

I think…beautiful.

What I have found here in Guatemala is beauty in the brokenness.
In this place, these people, this country, these children, my team, my past, my heart, my love.
I have found the JOY that this home declares over all who walk through the doors, even when it's really freaking hard.

I'm pretty sure I will be processing and sharing more about this month in blogs to come. But I want to give you a small window into the faces of Los Gosozos (Joy Filled Homes). I want to show you the Joy Filled people that have stolen my heart. Take a tour with me. 🙂