The Final Run

I don't want to sound so depressed saying that this is my final trip here, but I am starting to feel that way as I look to saying goodbye. It really hit me as I walked out of the airport on Sunday night and was greeting by Alma and her mom. This could possibly be the very last time that I see their beautiful faces in the mass of people at the airport. Lord, please hold my heart.

It is only day two and I am fully enjoying my time back in Nicaragua again. It feels like home. The people feel like home. The friends, the laughs, hey, even the awkward Spanish struggle is feeling pretty natural! But I am just building myself up for huge bummed let down the day I leave this country, so I will move on.

This first week here I am using as a time to get prepared for the team from Hamilton Immanual CRC to come on Saturday. This church has sent a team once before and they have committed to the Woman at the Well church partnership with the excitement of learning and sharing. I am looking forward to them being here and learning and growing along with them. Alma and I will be fully involved with the team for the duration of their time here and Steve will be mostly with us during this time. Please pray for a full time of understanding, open hearts and growth as we all dive deeper into understanding God's desire for missions and what He wants us to encounter and be broken by.

The weather has been exceptionally beautiful since I have been here and I am just praying that it sticks around for the next couple weeks. Maybe throwing the weather into this blog sounds like a random comment, but since I am pregnant I can quite handle the heat like I used to...or maybe its the bebito that can't handle the heat...

Into the Heat

My travels yesterday went well and no issues came up, which means I still have a clear travel record...unless you include the time when Kevin and I flew home last June and almost missed our connector flight in Houston and had to run like mad through the whole airport, but that's a near miss, not an actual mishap. Everytime I fly I wonder if that will be the time that I have one of those atrocious experiences that many people so often pull out of their repitoir of travel horror stories. Otherwise, I don't worry about it too much about flying and just go about my way.

Don Miguel had his taxi ready at the airport and brought me to Alma's place. Miguel is a trustworthy man that the Nehemiah Center often contracts his business so guests and staff alike can make it where they need to go safely. Although I didn't sleep well cause of all the animal noises, car horns, bombas and all these many other wonderful Managua sounds. Give me a few days and I should be used to it all again.

Steve and I are trying to confirm all our plans that we have for the Faith Burlington team that is coming on Tuesday. I hope to keep everyone updated on their trip via my blog so those who are wondering can rest assure. The team will be here from Jan 26 - Feb 1 and will be focusing on visioning for the partnership with the Nehemiah Center/ Leon churches, which Faith Church is committed to.

Heading into a weekend I see many things to keep me busy, I just hope that with most people not working that I can get the stuff done that I need to.

Merry Christmas!