I’m home, finally. We got in last night, a full 24 hours later than scheduled, thanks to the snow and the subsequent cancelled flights at Atlanta Hartsfield. After a week of intermittent to zero (mostly zero) wifi access and consequently intermittent to zero communication, I was so glad to see my husband and children. After a week of cold showers, I was so glad to be able to take a long (L O N G) hot shower last night. After a week of 95 degree weather, I was so glad to see snow!
In short, I’m glad to be home.
The week was amazing. So much so I’m having difficulty reconciling it all in my mind. Some of us on the mission team joked about needing to deprogram, but I do. Part of the deprogramming process will be, or so I hope, blogging about the trip here. I know many of you prayed for us and for the Nicaraguan people we were privileged to minister to, so I want boast in the Lord’s faithfulness with you so you may know of the investment you made toward His kingdom’s work.
The short version: It was good. It was surreal. In many ways, it was heartbreaking. In many ways, it was a lot of fun. Our team was great. I’m glad I went and I’m humbly grateful for the opportunity to teach women of the surpassing worth of Jesus.
I took some pictures but I’m a terrible photographer. I hope to get some of the pictures my friend Julie captured, she a photographer by profession and therefore her shots way better than mine. Until then, I want to post just one shot to show you my class at the women’s conference so you can see the faces of the women it was my privilege to serve:
Long version(s) coming soon.
Thank you for praying. To God alone be the glory, great things He has done!