Welcome back to Honduras where your home and your things all have a familiar smell that bears a close resemblance to the musty smell of a thrift store...
Can I just say I had so much more PEACE coming back here today than when Jera dropped me off at the airport Sunday morning for my first attempt at returning?!?! Sunday brought back the reluctance and almost dread that has become so familiar when entering an airport. Today, I was ready.
I can do this.
In fact, I was reminded today as I read through my prayer journal from the last 7 months, that I know that I can do this because I can look back and see that I have done this... I definitely have not done it on my own, and my prayers have included many desperate cries for help - but my God is faithful and He brings us through trials even when we're not sure we can make it...
Mom - if you read this, I tried calling twice... Now I am going to see Twana, to eat dinner at her house, and to care group. I'll try to call before bed, but it may be tomorrow before we can talk...
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