Three months I spent wasting away for Washington – dreaming of the smell of the rain, the freshness of the air, and nursing a cappuccino in front of a fire. I am here now – in the land of grey skies and green trees - and my heart beats in Spanish worship. I dream of the smiling faces at Amor y Vida holding their arms out to Elijah. My body craves long walks with heavy burdens and mangos with chili pepper. The quietness and tranquility of the suburbs felt peaceful at first, but now its empty and I long for the buzz of traffic and chaos.
Why can’t we be content where we are? I am learning to drink in the love of my family and place, because each home is short-lived.
Why can’t we be content where we are? I am learning to drink in the love of my family and place, because each home is short-lived.
2 comments:
I'm glad to hear that you miss it there!
Elise,
Great to hear from you and to know that you and your family are safe. What an incredible experience to be living in Honduras. It seems like you are doing exactly what you should be doing at exactly the right time with exactly the right people. I will pray for your continued safety and success changing the world. Pray that I make it back from SE Asia and survive law school so I can start changing the world. When I'm President I will appoint you and Rey dual ambassadors to Honduras.
Peace and god bless from Hanoi, Vietnam
JDW
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