canopy touring!

We have had a team here the last week and yesterday was sight seeing day! This time we were able to bring our big kids and they were able to go on the canopy tour too!

They had a blast :) I mean who wouldn't!

God is good.

purpose

Every time I travel between the US and Nicaragua I cry. I cry when I leave here and go to the US and I cry when I leave to US to come back here. It’s inevitable. I think at the beginning I blamed it more on my discomfort for flying, but now I realize that’s not really it. I don’t love flying, but I definitely don’t hate it enough to cry over! Plus that wouldn’t explain the crying the night before, on the bus, and in the airport :)

I live in these two completely one-hundred percent different worlds. I love them both. I love my family. I love spending time with them. But I also love Nicaragua. I love the kids, I love this life. So every time I travel, I find myself wondering why I am putting myself through all this. Why I let my heartbreak every time I leave one world and enter into the other.

The night before I left Nicaragua, I cried. In the airport I cried. On the airplane I cried. I slept; I watched a movie that got sad, so yet again, I cried. Now don’t get me wrong, I was so very excited to be going home and to be seeing my family, thrilled really. But that doesn’t make me love what I was leaving any less.

I spent three glorious weeks at home in the States. I love being home. I loved spending quality time with my family. I loved spending time with extended family and friends who might as well BE family. I loved the rejuvenation the Lord brought me in my time of no responsibilities. I loved finding all the things about the culture that I do love. It truly was an amazing time.

So being at that point, you think then why leave. I have to not think that I’m leaving, but instead that I’m going back to the other world. It doesn’t make the tears come any less, but it makes the heart ache easier to bear. I come back and I am met by a million hugs and ten times as many kisses. I am met by stories about everything I missed over the last three weeks. I am met by little tattle tales, I am met by broken bones, I am shown all the A+ assignments that were received. I am met by more hugs and I am met by ten thousand questions. But. . . the most important thing that covers me when I enter this country, is purpose. I know, it is not the country that gives me purpose, I could find purpose if I stayed in the US too, but instead God has created my purpose at this time, to be here.  

fan fun

the best way to stay cool in this crazy heat.