Things I miss...
This is something I wrote the other day (July 17) as I was sitting in my room after the American team left and my homesickness returned in full force. I know it's not good for me to hold onto my homesickness so tightly. But I am day by day wrestling with it. Here's what I wrote:
I miss home.
I miss -- the laughter of my parents. The sassiness of Jenai. The jokes of my brother. The giggles of Karis. The wisdom of Samantha. The love of my Grandma. The encouragement of Aaryn. The hugs from my niece. The winks from Brandon. The kisses from Spence. The white-board notes from Alison. The cards and candies from Rhonda. The "Red" from Papa Steve. The nights with Kellye and Ashley. The words of Rob. The work of admissions. The prayers of SFG.
I miss home.
I miss my life in the States.
But my life is not my own. And God will do with it what He wants. No matter what I want, do or say.
SO... 150 days til I am home. 150 days to live and learn in Peru. 150 days to serve and work. 150 days to hold close to HIM. And 150 days til this adventure ends. Make every day count from here on out.
I miss home.
I miss -- the laughter of my parents. The sassiness of Jenai. The jokes of my brother. The giggles of Karis. The wisdom of Samantha. The love of my Grandma. The encouragement of Aaryn. The hugs from my niece. The winks from Brandon. The kisses from Spence. The white-board notes from Alison. The cards and candies from Rhonda. The "Red" from Papa Steve. The nights with Kellye and Ashley. The words of Rob. The work of admissions. The prayers of SFG.
I miss home.
I miss my life in the States.
But my life is not my own. And God will do with it what He wants. No matter what I want, do or say.
SO... 150 days til I am home. 150 days to live and learn in Peru. 150 days to serve and work. 150 days to hold close to HIM. And 150 days til this adventure ends. Make every day count from here on out.
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