from my journal tonight...
my heart is longing to see Ecuador again. my heart is yearning to meet Rwanda for the first time. my heart is dreaming of returning to Peru. my heart is desiring to be introduced to China one day.
my ears are aching to hear the sounds of other languages worshipping the one, true, living GOD.
my feet are anxiously waiting to step onto foreign soil and walk with my brothers and sisters to house church.
my arms are dying to scoop up little children with no shoes and dirty faces into big hugs that turn into spins and twirls.
and yes, even my tongue is craving the taste of new foods and spices (just not guinea pig).
2 years and 48 days.
or 778 days.
or 25 months and 18 days.
that's how long it's been since i landed back in the United States after 6 months of living life in Peru.
that's a long time.
no wonder my heart aches right now.
this is the longest i've gone without traveling on a mission trip since i was 15 years old.
so, i sit here. journaling. praying. listening to one of the most beautiful movie soundtracks i've ever heard (End of the Spear... about the Ecuador 5 - Saint, Elliot, McCully, Fleming and Youderian). dreaming. wondering. questioning. missing. smiling. crying. reading. worshipping. and reminding myself that my responsibility is to live for Jesus and to follow GOD's will. and if HIS will is for me and my love to end up on a mission field or working for a missions organization or teaching about missions, then it'll happen when He wants it to.
but for now, i live. and i love. i serve our local church family. i hug my kiddos at children's church or mother's day out (our daycare program). i encourage our students. i participate in english-speaking worship on sundays. i discuss with others at bible study. i pray for those on and off the field.
and i wait. i wait on GOD and i learn to be still in His presence while He moves and works and reveals His will.
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