Guatever….

I feel like this is where I belong…not specifically here in Guatemala but overseas missions. I LOVE every ounce of it. Like seriously.  I love meeting new people. I love learning their culture and language. I love serving with everything I have. I love being so broken only God can fill me. I love annoying itchy mosquito bites. I love having bland rice and beans with every meal. I love having little Guatemalan babies kiss me and ask me to come play with them again. I love when their parents want to get to know me. I love being the crazy christian gringos. I love being so homesick and God bringing a ministry opportunity in my path to heal my lonely heart. I love praying, weeping, crying out for a broken person I’ve met here. I love seeing God be so quick to answer my prayers, I love worship in latin America because they are so joyful,I love cold showers every 3 days. I love the power going out in the WHOLE city for hours at a time. I love random thunderstorms. I love humidity like ive never felt before. I love being sweaty and gross and dirty and never feeling more beautiful in my life because God is constantly reminding me I’m chosen. I love seeing a family of 4 people all accept Christ after playing a friendly game of basketball with us. I love how Gods word does not return void even if there is a language barrier. Gosh I am just SO in love with God because he is the ONLY thing I have here. The only thing I can rely on. The only one I can turn to when all I want to hear is English or be somewhere familiar or eat a legit hamburger or just get a glimpse of my families face.
I just feel like I belong here. Every day I get discouraged and just want to hop on plane home God gives me the perfect little love note. Let me give you example. Today we went to the dump to visit families who live and work there…yes they live in the dump…it is so heartwrenching im tearing up just typing it. But I left there so heart broken my heart literally ached..I was having quiet time after that and satan was hitting me so hard with sadness and being homesick. We left for the park right after that. When I got there I met a little boy, 2 years old, named alex. So precious! I played with him and he ended up having to leave. When he had to leave he cried because he didn’t want me to go. He gave me a kiss and walked away with his aunt. They came back a half hour later and they brought me ice cream back! Alex, this little 2 yearr old boy asked his aunt to get me some ice cream. That just made me smile to my core. Things like that God sends me almost daily and nothing can make me happier. When Satan tries to show me all the negative things about being somewhere like this all I can say is…Guatever.
Dios es bien Siempre!