Hello!

Tonight we will go to the airport and we will get on th plane and leave. I keep geting posts on facebook that say "I miss you and I can´t wait to come back" which is sweet and I miss everyone too... but I don´t want to come back. I love it here, I love the people and the place. It´s so beautiful! These people need so much, it breaks my heart. In America I have so much compared to them, it´s crazy! I know that people in America need to, but not like this. It´s different. We had little girls come to our bus and ask for water... I mean who in America really has no way of getting water. The Bible says "Give water to those who are thirsty" (my paraphrase) and that is what it really is about.

I saw Jesus thirsty in those little girls eyes. I saw Jesus sleeping on the side of the street in a old man´s body. I saw Jesus desperate to be seen and be heard in these people and I can´t get the faces out of my head and I don´t want to, they are so precious! I can´t be the same person anymore, I just can´t! I saw Jesus in the smile of Wilma, the mother Theresa of this place.

This trip has stretched me so much! It has brought out some things that I need to change, and I am scared to change. It has opened my eyes to the hope that lies in the midst of disaster. God has used this trip to tear me apart and build me up again... I can´t fully express what I feel, but I will try. My heart is broken, fully broken. I know that choices lie ahead of me and some of the choices I am not going to want to make.

I want to live my life for others as I have this week. I want to connect with people and serve them. So, in a sense, though I may never come back to Peru, I my heart to stay in a posture of service to God and people as I have learned this week. So this is not goodbye, at least to this heart posture, but only hello.