For those of you that don't know, this summer, I took a week long trip to Nicaragua. It was the best week of my life and I am still amazed at how much God changed me on that trip. I still remember sitting on the plane in Fort Lauderdale and awaiting my next footstep into Nicaragua. I vividly remember the first hotel we stayed in, and waiting for the bus to come that first day. However, as distinctly as I remember everything, I am still so sad because I am forgetting what if felt like to be in Nicaragua.
One of the days I remember like yesterday was on the Tuesday that we were there. It was the second day of VBS and we were at the village of Mateare. I can recall how badly those kids needed love, and how we were so willing to give it. One girl in particular stuck out to me. I remember her being the one that didn't only want a hug, but she wanted me to hold her. I held her for about 10 minutes when she wanted me to take her to her house. I had to say no because I couldn't go unaccompanied. I thought that I wouldn't see her again, but a few minutes later she was back and in my arms. I can still see the people and feel that gentle breeze as I held her that day and gazed up at the mountains and thought about the song "This is Home" :
This is home
Now I'm finally
Where I belong
Where I belong
Yeah, this is home
I've been searching
For a place of my own
Now I've found it
Maybe this is home
Yeah, this is homeI thought about how maybe God was calling me to Nicaragua, or maybe it was to show me that I can do that in Florida, but I left that day knowing that God was calling me back. Maybe not to Managua, maybe not even Nicaragua, or even South America, but I knew that God was calling me into missions. So I decided that I would go where He wants me to, and right now, that means being a missionary to my Jerusalem, here in Land O Lakes, but I know that His plan is best, and I will follow Him where He wants so that I can set the world on fire!
