Yes, when we got to Bolivia I said, “We are home!”
My heart had been here for so long, when we finally got here it felt so good to be where my heart had been for some time.
Even through the intense culture shock of poverty and language. In my heart it still felt like ‘home.’
Although this experience is different for Gary and I, at the end of the day we both feel the same. Content and Right.
Although it feels like we’ll NEVER find our way around the city, it feels right.
Although we sound like 2nd graders when we speak, it feels right.
Although we have everything under the sun to do to get settled, we feel content.
Although we have ourselves and everything we own is in one room where it will be for the next 6 weeks, we feel content.
Although we never really know what we are going to do in a day, or if we’ll get anything done (everything takes 3 times as long as in N. America) we feel content.
At first there was talk of us ‘living’ at the guesthouse but that has changed, other and better arrangements have been made. So we’ll move into an apartment in 6 weeks. It feels right.
So, we know it won’t be easy, already hasn’t been. (Gary’s was down all day with something bad. Flu we hope). But we are content, deep deep in our hearts content. And we are so thankful for that.
We need that for when we let fear take over and forget that Jesus is here. With us. In our hearts.
Home is where the heart is.
Until next time,