We’re home and it doesn’t feel quite like home. I think I left part of me, part of home, in Nicaragua with those we befriended. It hardly seems real I’m home (maybe I just fell asleep on the bus again -between programs- and will wake up to “you know we are ferocious”), and it hardly seems real that the faces that feel so near to my heart are so many miles away from me right now. I just saw them yesterday, and this morning at the airport, and now they’re so far out of my reach.
But they’re within God’s hands. And it was a joy to pray for them as we flew over the land they’re working to save, the people they’re trying to raise up, and the place we have formed so many great memories of.