To the people at home:

I see each of you in the various objects, people, and things here in Costa Rica. 

Keenan (my dearest little brother)- I see you in the random cars, trucks and smiles I see in other people.

Jason Showalter- I see you in Spicy Uno when I play with the people I love. I miss you and your kids so much. I can’t wait to hear all about Haiti when you go back.

Mom- I see you in every concerned mother looking over their babies. I see your kindness in Katie Ericks who is such a light to the world. 

Dad- I see you in Walmart when I can’t decide if I should really pay three dollars for better laundry detergent. Frugal face Flood is very evident, even in Costa Rica.

Lacy- I see you in Kenzie Johnson when she makes sarcastic comments. I’m trying hard not to be a dead fern in Costa Rica.

Best Friend- I see you in dumb things like sitting on the bus jamming to music. Your laughter is a sound I can’t wait to hear and your dancing is something I can’t wait to see again. 

Amelia- I see you when I work with the daycare kids at the boys’ ministry. I see your precious kids in the 2 and 5 year olds I get to interact with. 

Marion Methodist- I see you all in the kindness of my new church which I will have for the next nine months. I see Cassie’s talent in Avery Pratho, who is probably the most talented singer I’ve ever gotten to know. I see Mike Morgan’s wisdom in Kevin’s speeches and talks with all us kiddos. I see Caleb Moody in the attitude I get from Alex. I see Cailey Fisher, Tyler Hungate, Sara Becker, and Grant in the moments I have happily just sitting and talking with my teammates from Q squad. 

Home, is something I can see each day even though I’m 3,444 miles away from it. Each of you mentioned have a piece of my heart that exists no matter where I’m traveling. You are each so loved and I can’t wait to hug you when I get back home. This is where I’m supposed to be, and I wouldn’t be here without each of you. Thank you all for supporting me through donations, love, prayers and advice. 

 

All the love, 

McKenna Flood