Home??

Where is home now I wonder. It is obviously here in Virginia, but to leave Peru, such strange and incredible things are happening in my heart this am. Helping the girls to clean their rooms and doing laundry, I've found enough money here to buy Carmen and her family dinner and bibles for the children in the mock Sun. school room in El Mirador.
It's so heartbreaking the things we allow to compete for our attention. There are so many videos on the shelf of the girls room.
I got mad whem I asked Casey to spend time reading her bible this am and she didn't even know where it was. There were tons of toys though, kwim?
I have a feeling this is the first wave of many that washes over my heart as I attempt to adjust to the "altitude sickness" spiritually here. We have so much.
Even turning on the faucet and washing the lettuce wasn't okay in Arequipa, yet Brad did it without blinking an eye.
How many times do we pass one who so badly needs to hear they can be cleansed of sin and stand before a holy and just God and not even notice.
The Food Lion teller, the bank clerk. Our friends? Family?

Obviously this trip has changed my life. It's rooted deep in my heart the longing that God has to develop real relationship with us. Not a religious experience, but relationship. That's what gospel we spread to the Catholic lost in Arequipa. THose who "knew" Jesus as the man in the picture but not the savior who paid a great price for His beloved.

I have tons of pictures, each with different stories. As my heart pours out, I pray that anyone reading be pointed more to God and less to me. They are my stories, but it is the work of God in us, manifest to prove He is who He says He is.

I am thrilled to see the girls and Brad and my heart aches to be back in Arequipa. We met a missionary Shane who says he really doesn't know where home is.
I totally understand.