the night ripples over me like silk. the back of a 12 passenger van has become my home. my teammate’s lap is the best place I’ve laid my head in the last four hours. Costa Rican traffic is at a constant ebb and flow and the jolted breaks are in full swing. neighborhood streets turn to downtown rush hour to highways to potholes that could rival a cheese grater to those backroads where the trees create a canopy above our heads the further we drive. it seems to me that no matter where you are the road to the beach is always the same. that same curvy pattern tracing the coastline, that same salty air smell hinting at what lies ahead.
music from a playlist a friend made fills my ears- lulling me to sleep. the combination of the uneven road and smells I just can’t put my finger on, waft in from the open window and are oddly comforting. the warm glow of streetlights dance sporadically on the walls of our little snow globe world.
en route to Guanacaste; a beach town roughly four hours away from our current residence. our task; to love. two hundred children await tomorrow, and I think I might pee my pants with excitement! this week has been nothing but kids ministry which is not my strongest or favorite but it has grown on me. children are simple, they inspire me to rework my relationship with Abba so it’s foundation is solid with love and trust. THIS IS LIFE!
