Running. . .

Hello All,
After a tearful goodbye with Roy at the airport and a long journey, I arrived back at my house in the early morning hours today. I've slept about two hours today, started packing to move back to Shepherd, and already started going through some things to sell, donate, or give away. While leaving Tegus was very difficult, and Roy was rather overwhelmed by my ready crying in the middle of the airport, I have already hit the ground running. If this is my very last year to live in the US, I want to make the most of it, and I have numerous preparations to complete.

I feel as if now more so than ever my center of existence has shifted to Honduras. As Papí Alvin said when introducing me to a Honduran pastor, I will be leaving for a short time and will be returning permanently. And Mama Cheryl echoed this sentiment by saying that it is almost as if I am taking a mission trip to the US because my heart still resides in Honduras. I fully agree. I am not as heartbroken to be back in the US as I was last summer. I already miss my Honduran family greatly, but I want to seize my time here. When I returned last summer, the scripture that God gave me was Ephesians 4:
In light of all this, here's what I want you to do. . . . I want you to get out and walk--better yet, run!--on the road God called you to travel. I don't want any of you sitting around on your hands. I don't want anyone strolling off, down some path that goes nowhere. And mark that you do this with humility and discipline--not in fits and starts, but steadily, pouring yourselves out for each other in acts of love, alert at noticing differences and quick at mending fences.

The United States is obviously the road that God has for me to travel at this time, and I want to run whole-heartedly and steadily here in the direction that He leads.

Meanwhile, I am very clearly avoiding the inevitable packing that needs to take place so that I can head back to Shepherd tomorrow morning. When I get settled, I'll scour my journal to make sure that I didn't leave out any particularly readable Honduras stories to share.

With love,
Sarah