I have only been in the US for a couple of hours and it's pretty depressing so far. Spending the week in Campeche, Mexico was such a great experience. I saw God in the people there; He was in the children, the cooks, the pastor and his family, and in the air.
The drive home from Houston was a killer. In between deep sleep spells and weird dreams, I was just bombarded with the fact that I'm back to reality. Mexico is in Mexico, I am back where I live, and I start school and the same schedule and routine starting Monday. I am still trying to figure out what my life would look like if I treated it the same as in Calkini. Every person mattered, every child received love, everyone was worth talking to, everyone had a story that I wanted to know.
How to I apply that to my everyday life?
How do I represent Jesus with every step I take, with every breath I take?
Life doesn't have to just "go on" after this week. I'd like to think I have been transformed and renewed after seeing how mighty and loving God is- not only this week, but continually throughout my life.
Treat every day as if I were on a mission. That's what keeps coming to mind. Why does this have to stop in the US?
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