This
past month has been quite a whirlwind of transitions, hellos, goodbyes, and
lots of emotions. I had a wonderful time getting to visit and spend time with
family, friends, and church family while I was back in Ohio for just over 2
weeks for Christmas break. What a blessing it is to have so many people who
support and encourage me even though I may only get to see them every once in a
while. My eyes well up with tears at the thought of how humbling it is to find
out that so many people have been praying for me continuously as I've been here
in Honduras. So thank you so very much to all of you who support me in so many
different ways!
I
absolutely loved being back in Ohio, but that made coming back harder than I
expected. I was worried and afraid that as soon as I landed I would have to
make a huge transition back into the country again. Readjust to the culture,
start over with friendships, and learn how to be a teacher just like back in
September. That was one of the hardest times for me, and I definitely did not
want to have to repeat the process. With flight delays and cancellations
bringing my travel time up to three days, the anxiousness I associated with
coming back only intensified.
God
was so faithful in getting me back into Tegucigalpa, and all of the flights
ended up working out one way or another. He sent me people along the way to
guide me and comfort me, and they even spoke English! Once I was picked up from
the airport and starting going back to my house, I realized that everything seemed
familiar again. This is where I work and live. I recognized the stores, houses,
and potholes in the roads. I wouldn't have to go through a major transition
again after all.
This
got me to thinking a lot about where I call home. When I was in Ohio, I had a
moment when I couldn't find my winter hat. I looked everywhere in my room for
it, but I got so frustrated when I realized that it could be in quite a few
different places just because things never got fully put away from moving back
from college and then down to Honduras. I felt blessed and frustrated all at
once to come to the knowledge that I basically live in two different places.
God then started to whisper to me and tell me that it’s almost good to be
uncomfortable in this world because this isn't my home anyway. My home is in heaven.
That fact blows my mind! No matter what city I end up in, heaven will still be
my home. I love living in Tegucigalpa, and no matter how cold it may get (-35
degrees) I love living in Ohio, but I also am now more confident than ever that
when I get to heaven, I’ll truly feel at home. What a blessing that is :)
“But we are citizens of heaven, where the Lord Jesus Christ lives. And we are
eagerly waiting for him to return as our Savior.”
Philippians
3:20
