So here we are back in Costa Rica for a night before catching the bus early in the morning. As we move forward on to the next country, (whether or not I post a blog about it) I always take time to remember the things we did in the previous country.
These memories are a range of things really…the weather, the people, the ministry, the sunsets and sunrises, the bathroom conditions, the laughter and conversations with my team, the time we take to pray together…anything. I love remembering these things and going back through the scenes of them. 
I love to look at the faces of the kids, see them laughing and remembering what triggered these hilarious moments. Life is too short…I can see that as the time is passing by so quickly and the months that I have spent with my team are dwindling to weeks. So we have to make the most of these times, doing our best not to forget them…atleast that’s how I feel about it. But you can ask
my team…I usually don’t remember things well…details of what’s going on when or who’s supposed to be doing what. I thank God for these SD memory cards in my camera so that I can keep the photo’s. Lord know’s I probably wouldn’t remember too much of anything.
I love to remember people like my little friend here, Frankilin. There were tendencies in him that clearly showed that he had temper/anger issues, but that didn’t stop us. The best way for us to break through to him was to love him anyways. He colored a picture and gave it to me. He sat by me at church. He would sit with me and talk to me the best he could (language barrier) and I would talk to him. He really is a good kid, but he’s one of the many kids in the world who needs LOVE and assurance.
Then the silly memories where we pose and have someone take a picture of us. Goofy times like that are hilarious sometimes. But the memory of us going swimming, the memory of the salt water splashing onto us en-route to an island…and for me, my lips…the salt water making them all chapped and what-not while the wind is beating on them and the sun blasting on them…not a good combo…but I would do it all over again…sho nuff. Yeah, so these are just a few more pictures mainly to show you different scenes of Panama.
And, usually, this is how I will always remember it…one big kool-aid smile and two thumbs up. Sure we go through the tough times, dull times, sorrowful times, but in the end, the things God teaches you through them are phenominal! And in the best of times, God’s still teaching us! I love it!Panama was great, the people were great, the culture was different, but hey, that’s the way I like it. It get’s boring being the same all the time. So God bless ya! Thank you to all who support me financially!!
Enjoy the Journey!!!
