This Is It

I've been avoiding this. I would refuse to believe that a year has passed already, except that the calendar would quickly prove me wrong, so I'll settle with being mystified that a year could go by in what seems to be only a few weeks. I'll still check the calendar just to make sure, but it will only tell me that it's been 11 months and 3 days since I moved to Honduras. Parts of me are looking for where Time hid the last 11 months, but other parts of me feel like they've been here all along.  It feels like a lifetime ago that I didn't know some of my, what I would now call, best friends. Regardless of how long it seems that it's been, I leave tomorrow.  

I'm not sure what it's going to be like living in the States again. I'll probably be late to everything for a while now that my sense of punctuality has been Latinized. I'll probably freeze to death since I haven't seen temperatures south of 70 in a while. But in reality, I don’t expect things to be all that different. All year long I have been thinking about what it looks like to weave the gospel into everyday life because that's essentially what I've done here. I haven't done anything special in Honduras. I've done essentially what I was doing before I moved here, but I've learned a lot about how to make the gospel relevant and apparent in every relationship. I have relationships with all kinds of people in Honduras, I'll have relationships with all kinds of people in America. The context will be different, but gospel can be weaved just the same. 

It's been a great year. Thank you for your support, financial and prayerful. Thank you for the cards, messages, and encouragement. I couldn't have been here at all if it weren't for other people who joined me.  

The Honduras chapter has been written, now to be re-read and revisited. Stay tuned.