Lo’s Despedida.

August 22, 2013

Shortly before I crossed the one-year mark of my commitment in Paraguay, I hit a dark spell. I was coming off a month of delighting in the wonderland of San Diego (seriously, what kind of crazy person voluntarily leaves that paradise?), including celebrating my bff’s wedding, and I did NOT want to be back in Asuncion.

Life in the Southern Hemisphere had been rough, and upon my return, it only seemed to get harder. Ministry frustrations were rampant, I had a run-in on the street with some indecent human beings, B and I were stuck in a miserable six-hour time difference rut, and then my grandmother passed away.

Between subjecting B to a lot of tears over Skype and trying for once in my life to exercise the sadness away, I contemplated going home with serious intent. Home offered an escape, and frankly, quitting was tantalizing at that point.

Still, I had committed to two years, and I wanted to be a person of my word. Not to mention, the prospective mess of returning financial support was a nightmare I dared not face. So I forged on, and with tidbits of Psalm 27 tossing around in my head. I am confident of this: I will see the goodness of the Lord in the land of the living. Wait for the Lord; be strong and take heart and wait for the Lord.

Fast forward to the very last month of my two-year commitment, and although I didn’t deserve it, the Lord was outrageously gracious in pouring out moments that made me overwhelmingly grateful for sticking it out. Somehow, somewhere, in the midst of the madness, friendships were formed, ministries were kick-started, and living in Paraguay became so much more than simply surviving.

Mi Esperanza hosted a farewell party for me shortly before my departure. I was humbled by the ways the Lord had moved in the hearts of children and adults alike, because it was so clear that any visible transformation of lives was nothing I could have done but miracles He had worked. In spite of my bitterness and sadness and doubts, He used weakness to create triumph, and it was a privilege to witness His glory in victory.

Cheers to two years.

Misc 028Playing the ninja game I introduced during the days of La Ruta.

Misc 040Announcing the winner of the marshmallow-spaghetti Eiffel Tower contest.

Misc 056Performing a new song he learned post-iPraise!

Misc 058If a picture is worth a thousand words, this one is worth a million.

Misc 044Misc 046Lining up for the merienda.

Misc 080The Alvarenga family.

Misc 079The Caceres family.

Misc 083The Enciso family.

Misc 084A few of the Baez and then some.

Misc 078My girls.

Misc 082My boys.

Misc 088Sweet, dear friends.

Ah, I made it!

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