Its weird, sitting here sipping on my hot tea, watching the rain drizzle down the windows all in this amazing mission house in San Lucas. I can’t believe that it was just yesterday that we left Lacama, that we left our home and family for the past month. I didn’t think I would get upset, I didn’t think I would cry, I thought wrong. It wasn’t really until we had all gathered down at the church for the last time to take pictures, share gifts and pray. That prayer wrecked me. All I could think about was how much I wanted God to cover this town, for Him to increase the faith of the people and strengthen them. For them to continue to praise and worship Him with the passion they have. For them to testify about how He completely provided this church to them. My heart just moved for them in a way that it really hadn’t moved until this week. It was so moving when the women of the church came to say goodbye to us. Women  I hadn’t even spoken to, maybe only exchanged a glance or a smile with, were coming up to me, hugging me and crying. One woman came up and gave me a huge hug, said something I didn’t understand and started to cry. That just tore through me.
 
 

Lets be honest. I will never see these people again. I might be lucky to hear from Pastor Manuel through an email or from someone who has been in touch with him, but I will never return to Lacama. That was so hard to swallow on the micro-van ride out of the town. With every person we waved goodbye to it became more and more real. This is the World Race. This is 11 months of building incredible relationships and then leaving them in God’s hands after 3-4 weeks. Ahh how does someone do this 11 times? You tell yourself when you walk in – Don’t get attached, ok maybe don’t get too attached – but when you give your entire heart to the people and the children and the town and the ministry, how can you avoid that?

My heart is too big not to fall in love every where we go. The Lord has given me too much strength to love complete strangers. How can I deny pouring out the love that He is constantly pouring into me? How can I deny blessing someone else, maybe someone who has never felt that love? So I guess my answer is it can’t be avoided and I’m not going to try. I am going to love with all my heart and trust that God takes it from there.
                                                                                                    Break my heart for what breaks Yours.

And then here I am stuck between what Jimmy is always talking about (love you Jimmy) feeling two opposite emotions at the same time. Upset about leaving Lacama, but excited about heading on to the next ministry, especially excited about staying at Pastor Carlos’ house for two nights before we head off to Guatemala City. Pastor Carlos’ mission house, “My Father’s House”, is one of the most beautiful and comfortable places I have been in the past month. Not that I didn’t love Lacama and the meals and the bamboo hut toilet (hence the previous blog), but this is complete heaven. We have this big beautiful mission house all to ourselves and we are just overwhelmed with what to do with all this space! We are sleeping in actual beds without any bugs and drum roll please….. We have a REAL toilet with a seat! And a beautiful bathroom with running water where we can wash our face and look in the mirror. Our meals have been amazing from cheeseburgers to spaghetti with real meat sauce and french toast and bacon in the morning! To top it all off we have been able to do our laundry with a real washer and dryer! We are truly blessed to have the opportunity to stay here with Pastor Carlos and his family. Its crazy what we consider luxuries now and it really makes you think. I’ll leave it at that.

Way pumped to meet up with the rest of the team tomorrow and head on out to Nicaragua! Love You All!