After 8 long days in the Dominican Republic, I am back in America.
Things are different.
Mostly different in my mind, but things are different.
This wasn't my first time going out of the country, but was the first time I experienced the things I did.
19 of us helped contribute to the building of Pico Escondido.
Pico Escondido means Hidden Peak.
The pictures don't do it justice.
It was breathtaking, in every essence of the word.
We shoveled. We dug through rocks. We raked. We made cement. We made mortar. We drilled.
Personally, It was hard physically, but it was also hard mentally.
I dealt a lot with lies of the enemy being fed through me, and was discouraged at times.
I learned a lot about myself this past week.
How I handle situations & how I handle people.
I learned what I need to work on & what some of my strengths are.
I learned a lot about God's word & how true it is when people say that scripture is 'God breathed'.
I learned the true meaning of Colossians 3:17.
I learned to "just be".
I learned to live simply.
In my opinion, living simply is one of the most refreshing ways to live life.
I was reminded time & time again how loved I am by so many people.
I believe we wrestle with things to allow us to persevere.
Back in Milledgeville, Georgia my mind is a little different.
For the lovely person that made up this name. I will sign my post this way for you.