Peru has totally turned my world upside down and left me wondering how to go on living this middle class American life..
Walking into my big beautiful church just didn't seem right on the first Sunday back, when my heart wanted to be in a concrete walked, no AC, Peruvian church.
Filling my gas tank cost around $35 and my heart goes back to a truck that cost the same amount to give 40 families drinking water..
Getting an email from my college about continuing my education did not compare in my heart to the next email I received from Stiver in Puetro Alegria..
I tell myself that going on a 10 day mission trip to Peru is enough, but my heart cries out for the other 355 days.
Alexis and I |
I have figured out that since my EVERY thought and action takes my heart back to this simple third world country called Peru, I can no longer ignore the cries for help. Cries that I can not fully understand because of the language barrier.
So I am planning on leaving at the end of September to go to an immersion school in Peru. After learning Spanish I plan on seeing where the Lord can use me in Peru.
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