Travel plans were confirmed today.
April 12th through the 21st, I will get to go back!
Planes, RVs, vans...
It will be a long travel journey, but one well worth it.
I can't wait to go back to those people.
Acceptance, love, humility, gratitude.
They teach me more than I could ever teach them.
I want God to break my heart for what breaks His. No matter what that means.
That's scary to me. It will hurt; I will not want to leave because a huge chunk of my heart belongs to those people. He will sustain me though.
Exactly how He sustains them every single day.
Like Bob Pierce and Richard Stearns have said, I can't fix everything.
Just one orphan, one widow, one homeless person at a time.
I have no doubts that when I get back, my heart will rebreak all over again.
All I will want to do is go back. I will have to be patient and wait which is really NOT easy for me.
So what does that mean...
It means I love them with everything in me, with love like Christ, the entire time I'm down there.
I play whatever silly games they want to play; I go out of my comfort zone to join in their dance parties.
I try and remember everything that happens and everything they say to me.
I have them write me more letter to read when I'm thinking and praying for them.
I have the sweet feeling of sheer exhaustion the whole way back to the states; it's such a sweet feeling because I know I gave all my energy to the people of Guyana.
I tell them that they belong; I love like crazy...
