I’ve wanted to write for days, but I’m having a hard time placing my feelings. 4 days and I will be home…in my house…with my family…able to drive my car…have freedom. It’s funny how I relate all of those things to “freedom” because as time has gone on, I have come to experience true freedom in a much larger aspect, and it has nothing to do with driving a car.
I have spent the last two weeks starting and now finishing the goodbye process. Last week, I treated my girl’s group to dinner in the city (a first for many of them) and said my goodbyes to them. I said goodbye to the last time of being with all my students in our classroom. On Sunday, I said goodbye to the many faces I have become to love at church. Yesterday, which has been the hardest day so far, I said goodbye to my gang village family. As I was sitting around with the village ladies, eating the delicious chop suey they prepared for my going-away, I felt completely overwhelmed with awe and gratitude. With each passing day, I discover a little more about the beauty and graciousness of Christ. Honduras has changed me…forever. I am so thankful that I am no longer the person I was before. I will not give all the details yet…I’m saving those for my final post.
Looking back on my first posts, I came across this statement, “Words are few, but emotions are many.” Still trying to make sense of my feelings in so many ways. One thing I know for sure, God is good! I ask that you pray for me as I finish this chapter of my life. Never has God been more alive than He is right now. See you soon, America!
"...and in Christ you have been brought to fullness"