I am sitting in Asia, month three of the race, crying. Breaking down every few minutes with overwhelming emotions of separation. I hear the Filipino children from Manila shout my name and ask me questions in perfect English. I respond in English and feel like crying all over again. There was something beautiful about the pursuit in Central America. The pursuit of loving children of Nicaragua through learning the language and the Culture. Before I left Nica, I got the comment from a local “You’re such a Nica”. I tried to avoid the comment but I secretly loved the idea. I’ve never in my life not known what I am going to do. I use to have all these ideas of what my future might look like. Now… I’m all up in the air. I know I want to do missions work forever… The ministry I am going to be doing here in Manila is something my heart loves. Working with abandoned children. My fear… missing more people, more places, and feeling like I have less and less of an idea of what I will do one day. I know one thing… I love every ounce of my life right now… even though I left so much of my heart in Nica… Guess we will see if I am a Nica in the next 9 months…
Fortin Feed Program
Prison Ministry
Backyard Bible School
Kenya Nicole at Fortin Feed Program
