South of the Border
Hey everyone, I’m back in the States once again. Not going to lie to you all; it’s weird being back. I can understand everyone’s conversations around me because they’re speaking English, rather than Spanish. My natural instinct now is to throw away toilet paper, rather than flush it down the toilet. I catch myself saying little phrases of Spanish to my family; and then they give me that face of confusion, and I realize they don’t understand me. I find myself thinking of the babies’ schedules and what they would be doing right now.
For instance right now as I’m typing this, all the babies’ are sleeping, and the staff is gathering in the play pen for staff devotion time. It’s strange for my schedule not to revolve around what the babies’ schedules are. It’s so hard being away and not being involved with those precious little lives anymore. My heart broke in a million pieces when I had to say good-bye to them. It’s still breaking even now. I miss the babies, the other interns and all of the staff at Grace Babies Home.
Don’t get me wrong, I love being home. I love spending time with my family. Not so much a fan of the humidity, but hey, that’s Illinois summers for you. Little Tiskilwa, Illinois will always have a place in my heart. It’s where I grew up, where a lot of my memories are, where my family and church family are. The people here have seen me grow from a little girl to an awkward junior-higher to the young woman who I am today. They have been so supportive of where ever God leads me and have always been such an encouragement to me to no matter the situation. I love the people here so much.
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