I miss it...
My students
The street men
Victor
Kelley
German
The ministries
The passion
The people
Barrio San Miguel
Our people in our barrio-- the baleada lady, laundry guy, even the little old lady at the pulperia with the son who always asked us if we were married.
The pool
The cheapness
Mountains
Clunkity busses
Walking (not the walking and carrying heavy groceries though...)
Gomez
Carlos
And a little bit of tubthumper
Isydro (yeah-- that's right Mallori)
I miss the challenges and the growth that I had over the year...
--well I don't miss the widow makers-- man those things were TERRIBLE.
I'm still having a difficult time adjusting to teaching here in America. So much of my heart has been left in Sigua. People can tell-- but I can't change it.
I am blessed with a job this year. I will complete KTIP and having my teaching certificate. But-- I need guidance on where to go from here. I had a crazy distant cousin go off on a little tangent (actually a rather large tangent) about how he hoped my wild hair was gone and that I needed to stay in America. I couldn't put together the right words to make him understand how amazing of an experience I had. How-- I knew what I was doing was beneficial. That is was impacting the world. Here-- yeah hopefully I'm making a difference, but I am reminded of what Pastor John said in one of his sermons toward the end of our year--- "Could you be doing what you are doing right now without God in your life?" And it almost haunts me. Because it calls me to do MORE.
