After 8 months, it was finally here. My parents were coming! I had an even mix of excitement and nervousness. I was different, they were different and I didn’t know how it would be to interact again. Wierd as it sounds, after living and growing in a such a tight-knit community it can be hard to interact outside of that. It was the first time I would taste a bite of what it will be like to re-enter into the States. I didn’t think I was ready. God knew better.
Having Dad and Mom come was one of the oddest things but one of the best! At first it was pretty awkward. “Wait, what are you doing here!? I mean, I invited you but this just feels wierd.” Haha It didn’t take long for that to change and for it to be one of my favorite weeks this year. It might actually be the best.
We lived and served with a ministry by the name of Vision Nicaragua. They started as a relief organization after hurricane Mitch. They never stopped. They have alot of different ministries and networks, but their main ministries are sponsorship programs for children and widows and providing jobs. They also have a free medical clinic on the property for the community. They are doing an amazing work in the communities and with building relationships. Some of our ministry that week included house visits where we would meet, visit and pray for people in the community and children outreaches. It was incredible to walk through the villages, sing songs and give kids piggy back rides right alongside my parents. I am so proud to have them as my parents. Every month we get to meet and pray for people who have nothing but are so filled with joy and generosity, but there was a new sweetness of experiencing it with my Dad and Mom. God’s heart truly is to unite the hearts of fathers to their children and sons and daughters to their fathers. That was obvious to me that week.
The Lord completely reconcilled and restored the strained areas in my relationship with my parents that week! Yay Jesus! God always blows me away with how good He is! I shouldn’t be surprised anymore because He loves to give good gifts to His sons and daughters. But I love to revel in His goodness.
I have a little less than 3 months left, but that week showed me that it is no longer scary but that it will be good to be home when the time comes and that week has made the process much easier to wrap my mind around.
