Home...?

Despite the questioning title, I am home. And I want to thank all of you who were praying for me. Now's the time where I say, "It was awesome" but I just feel like that's so inadequate and often times that is used to describe such a variety of things from your wedding to the snack you ate a few minutes ago so instead: this trip is just the beginning. I don't know what more is to come from it, but I know God knows and that's all I need to know. My perspective on almost everything has changed and the Lord has been soooo merciful and kind to me. I miss Honduras so much. That's why there's a question mark after the title Home...because I feel like I left my home. But I said to mi madre last night, "the Lord wanted me in Honduras and now I suppose He wants me here." I must admit, I've been close to depressed this morning just because I miss it down there so much, but I'm trusting in God's goodness and some pick me up chocolate (I'm still very tired) and I know that all that I have experienced will begin to make sense to me in God's time. I will write more later mi amigos, but for now, I thought I'd just let you know that I made it home safely by God's protection and goodness. (Oh, and plane rides, seriously, they're so much fun!...just thought I'd let you know that...because...they're like...a lot of fun.)