I wrote this post nearly a year ago, as I reflected on one of my mission experiences in Belize, Central America. I have been on four such trips, and whenever I reflect on my experiences there it is the names and faces of real people who make up my memories. To read more about my passion for the people of Belize, feel free to visit my Belize page. To my
I wrote this post after reflecting for awhile on a friendship I got to watch develop while I was in Belize. One of our team members blew my mind and inspired me with her fantastic grace and unconditional love for one of society’s forgotten children, and I haven’t stopped thinking about it since. We’ll call her Elizabeth. She is twelve. Her standard American name does nothing to conceal the reality
“All I know is I am not home yet. This is not where I belong. Take this world and give me Jesus. This is not where I belong.” (Building 429) It has been a little more than a week since I stepped off the hot, dusty tarmac in Belize and boarded a plane bound for home. A week of confusion. A week of sadness and joy and elation and heartache.
March 27, 2013 – This is an older post, published exactly one year ago. Since then, I have been on two more trips to Belize and have left more and more pieces of myself there. The same issues are weighing on my mind and my heart today, and in my homesickness for Belize, my heavy heart has no words other than these. To my new friends who are visiting today,
“How beautiful on the mountains are the feet of those who bring good news!” (Isaiah 52:7) There is something about Belize….or maybe something about mission trips (I wouldn’t know, since my only mission trips have been to Belize) that allows me to see God in a brand new way… In those trips, I discover a way to see God that I am not sure is possible for me in my