First Week

I think that grown men who are moved to tears because they are brokenhearted about leaving something they love says a multitude about this place.
Alex, who has never been to Bolivia before, and Adam, a former host and a dear friend, both cried as they passed through security the other night.
I don´t know what they were thinking, but clearly tears like that only come from a broken heart.
I know those tears well.
Overall, we had an amazing week, filled with lots of hard work involving pickaxes, rocks, and fire. I had a few spiritual conversations, and much internal reflection and struggle. I got to know the other hosts a little better, and had an amazing moment of reconciliation with a close friend, who I was so reluctant to say goodbye to.
Though the team had a good time, I had a difficult week finding my place and determining my purpose. I feel a little alone, as I´m finding it hard to connect to people this time around.
As far as the boys from the center are concerned, they have been amazing. The healing work of Christ has never been more apparent than this year. It makes my heart sing. One of the new team members said it best: ¨You can see God in their smiles.
Please continue to pray for me, as I still struggle with some unseen issue. Whether it is Angel or Demon, I do not know. I love you all.
I miss you Elena. Javier comes looking for his hugs evereday.
Dios Te Bendiga