I wrote Mom & Dad and said, "It's not a face slapping excitement... it's more like a quiet confirmation deep down in my soul." And I'm grateful, because I know it's that quiet confirmation that will get me through the bad days during my year there.
Our team worked VERY well together, and it was awe-inspiring to see the work that they allowed Jesus to facilitate in their hearts. Deb & I were humbled over and over again, by the answers that we saw to our prayers, as each team member would take giant leaps of faith, catapulting themselves out of their comfort zones to follow where He was leading.
(Our team, plus several of the dudes from Anonos... prayer & worship in San Jose)
People ask me, "What did you guys do down there?" and it's a hard question to answer, because our projects were so diverse. But when I was thinking about it more this morning, the words that kept coming to mind were, "We loved." That love was expressed in various ways, like blowing bubbles with kids, giving out eye glasses, worshipping in two languages, sitting in the filth of a San Jose street to lay hands on someone while we prayed, or moving piles of heavy rocks... We were given the precious opportunity to be Jesus-with-skin. And that means, we loved.
And now I'm back in NH for nine weeks. I left an even bigger piece of my heart in Los Anonos than I did last November, and I'm ready to see what God has in store for my year in Costa Rica.
Bring on the horizon!
