Not mine, but His.
Week One Today marks the end of my first week here in San Marcos, Guatemala at CANICA. I can honestly say that up until Sunday of last week that I felt so lost. I felt like the only thing I knew about myself was my name and the fact that my trust is in the Lord but past that, I felt as if I knew nothing. Losing my papa has been the hardest thing I have ever gone through in my short life. I wouldn’t wish that my family and I have felt on my worst enemy. Not only did I lose my papa but through my decision to stay here in Guatemala, caused by difficulty to get to the city and gut-feeling, came some tension with some of my family. All this to say, being here in Guatemala while my family goes through the same pain that I have has been the hardest test of faith, endurance and strength that I have ever went through. ...