When I was seven, the doctors detected a heart murmur during a routine exam. I had to go through numerous procedures where I learned that I had a tiny hole in my heart, causing a little heart murmur that posed no danger to my life. I still walk around with that little hole in my heart, a result of scarlet fever when I was a little kid.
Leaving Nicaragua has caused an evevn bigger hole in my heart. Three years of love, sweat, tears, prayers, and much more invested into New Generation School and Faith, Hope, and Love Church. Though I am very excited to see what God has for us here in Mexico, I can't help but grieve my friends and my life in Masatepe... I miss the cobblestone streets, the people walking everywhere, our maid, my cell group, our pastors, my best friend Angela, and our daily routine... the "normal" life in Nicaragua. I know that time will heal this spiritual hole in my heart, but I actually am enjoying the ache a little bit, knowing that it is a result of my love for what God has called me to do.
"The Lord is close to the brokenhearted and saves those who are crushed in Spirit." Ps. 34:18