It's been almost three months since my trip to Liberia. I can't wait to go back. To this day, I feel as if I have left a piece of my heart in Liberia. It was hard to come back. I was consumed with guilt initally. I have so much more than I realize. I take a lot for granted as well. I know when I turn on the faucet, clean water will come out. When I flip on the switch, the light will come on. When I open the fridge, food will be there. I am consumed with a desire to help this nation. Hardly a day has gone by in the past three months that I haven't looked through my pictures. The children's faces are embeded in my memory.
Rainy season is coming quickly. There is still much to do to get the church building completed. There is still a lot of money that needs to be raised. I received word this week that Danny and Bea are in need of a new vehicle. Bea is also having some medical issues. From this end, all I can do is pray.
I haven't had a chance to tell about our mission. Rather than try and do it all in one day, I will take it day by day. I want to give each memory its own time.