
In the past few weeks I have been to Nicaragua.... I am excited to begin to process and write about all of this.
I don't even know where to begin or end. I love Nicaragua, the children, the food, the people, the culture, etc. I love it all. Going back a second time was so different yet, beautiful. I see these children as my own; I want to see them do well in school, win soccer games, learn to color within the lines and use scissors. I want to see them go to college and become successful members of their society. I want to see them grow old and know that they are loved, and have a valued mission in this world. More than that, I want to see them walk in Christ steadfast love. I want to see them read and follow scripture. I want to see Jesus become more beautiful in their lives than what the world could ever offer.
Being back for a second time, and kids running up to you screaming your name is priceless- I cannot describe the joy it brings. The children are well. It did my soul well to see and play like crazy again. However, this time was different. It was a different shock, experience, relationship, and fun. I knew what to expect and what the orphanage looked and ran like. I knew the kids names, their stories, age, and who they dreamed of becoming. I knew. But that reality haunts me. I am broken for that- the reality that orphan is their norm. I don't know where else this reality and understanding of their life leads me but to the gospel.
To be continued.....
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