missing Ceiba

I miss Honduras. I miss Ceiba. I miss baleadas and pastelitos. I miss drinking from bags. I miss the palm trees. I miss taxi drivers. oh wait, no I don't! But I do miss my students... and my friends and my family in Armenia Bonito!

It is easy for me to get caught up in life here -in consumerism, in the fast pace- and forget what I learned about the world.. that it is so much bigger than the United States. It is easy to forget that there are people out there, and within our own country, that are intelligent and gifted but don't have the resources or access to prosper. It is easy to forget how lucky I am to have all that I do, clean water, clothes, safety, a car, a family that loves me... it is easy to forget how the Lord was faithful to me as I followed Him to a foreign land - do I think He will not continue to be the Same Lord here?

It has been an interesting "readjustment" time for me - as I hit the ground running. I immediately began taking summer classes and working... and only very slowly have I had time to process my past 8 months in Honduras. I have been hit hard with "culture shock" as I travel around Virginia. I do love being back, to be with my family and be a part of my loved-ones lives here. I cherish this time that the Lord has given me to be with them, knowing that He could call me to go somewhere else - and if/when He does - I will go. No matter what, no matter where.
It is the Jonah principle. If I don't obey God, I might end up in the belly of a whale! Who wants that?! ;)

I am contemplating when exactly to stop writing blogs, as this was titled La Ceiba - and purposed to chronical my experiences and adventures there. I will let you know when I write my last post! I promise. I still want to write at least one more reflection - perhaps more for my benefit than for your amusement!

:) So I am back in the States! and I have a cell phone again. SO You should stop reading this and call me!