Guatemala and cold brew and lots of things I love 🤍

hey! it’s come home month!

I’m officially coming home May 25 🍊

it’s been a while, so let’s catch up!

I’ll be honest, I think surface level blogs are boring. there’s more going on in my life than just what I physically do every day, so when I blog I try to share more intimate things, so without inspiration it becomes difficult to write!

but it’s officially month 9 🥳 so that’s a reason to write!

Change is hard, and if my flight to the states wasn’t already booked I’d probably just choose to stay. It’s such an odd feeling to fall in love with a country and its people knowing that a goodbye is already in the making. Guatemala has the kindest people, the kind of friendships that can’t help but to make you smile! I want to sit in the Parramos park for days, and drink a cold brew from Artista for the rest of my life.

My heart also longs to dance in Cambodia one more time.

I dream of watching one more Africa sunset.

I’d do anything to walk to mosaic market and admire the flowers for just one more day.

Goodbyes aren’t an invitation to love any less.

I still admire the beauty of flowers on the kitchen table even though I know in a few days they will whither away.

Other feelings that come to mind are saying goodbye to a child when they move out, parents don’t give up on love just because one day their home will be quieter.

Jesus didn’t stop doing ministry because he knew one day he would no longer walk the earth, wow. This is such a complex feeling words can’t even come close to explaining. These are just the beginning of thoughts, I could write for hours about how blessed we are to love so deeply, so stay tuned for some more thoughts as the next few weeks go by!!!

here’s some more things about me:

1. my favorite word is maranatha. I just finished reading the Bible a few days ago and I’ve been on the verge of tears for like 4 days, the weight of the gospel is transformed in my life to say the least! “The grace of the Lord Jesus be with Gods people. Amen.” These words hit so hard, my longing and my prayer is Maranatha, come Lord Jesus!
2. On a very physical note, I got sick after hiking Acatenango, because I hiked with a viral infection, and then my lymph nodes got infected from the hike. This was a rough week, another friend also had strep throat, a few people had salmonella, and another friend had food poisoning. Sometimes life on the race feels like it falls apart, and it’s especially difficult to miss ministry when the days left are limited. Rest is a journey that I’ve been on this whole race, and something about being sick and home from ministry still feels so difficult.

This is all for now, love you all🍦