Culture shock - the past week has redefined that term for me. Re-entering North American life has been more difficult this year than ever before. It has literally been a grieving process. I miss waking up to sunbeams on my face at 6 a.m., having coffee and quiet time in the screened porch room while absorbing the sheer beauty of the preserved jungle within the Jardin walls, running around getting the groups ready for a day with a sister church, sitting at the kitchen table updating my spreadsheets, planning dinners and going grocery shopping with Ina and Maria, sitting in my rocking chairs chatting with Villa, laying on my couch listening to the rain fall. I miss all these things and so much more about Iquitos.
So here I am, trying to adjust to a life I've always known. It feels strangely like I left home in Peru and am in a foreign place now.
Once again, I am totally dependent on God to lead me. If I am to live in Peru, He will open the doors, as He has done every step of the way for the past 6 years.
