So last time I updated you I said I hated the city, but that night of arrival in Medellín God had turned my mourning to dancing. Well God has worked some miracle again and this city that I felt so alone has now become a place I feel at home.

So month 8 debrief we got this thing called a re-entry packet which prepares you to go back home. But I started crying for two hours when I got it because I got this strong feeling that I am not supposed to go back home. I started crying because I was scared. Scared of disappointing my family, scared of disappointing my friends, scared of disappointing God.
Well flashforward a week and I am preparing to teach a lesson for the amaneceres about pilgrims(amanecers means sunrises and it's what they call the youth here).

I thought pilgrims were just travelers, but the actual definition is a person on a spiritual destination. We looked at examples in the bible such as Abraham and Peter. Just because they are pilgrims does that mean they don't have a home? Aren't they already home? It was then that I realized, I am home. God wasn't telling me not to go home. He was telling me not to go back to my house. Home is the warmth he fills me with as the sun rises. Home is the compassion he fills me with as I gaze into the eyes of the lonely and longing. Home is where you get to speak your mind freely. Home is the endless grace extended and not blinking twice about some ones past. Home is where you recharge and a place of restoration. Home is where you feel the love of Jesus. It's not the place it's the people.

That's what the foundation has been for me. Hugs from the youth as they embrace me with excitement to see me. Contagious smiles on the kids faces as we play games and I get to be myself and act like a child. Compassion I feel as I walk through the homeless streets and only feel hopefully not hopeless. When I teach the youth I get to speak freely about what is on my heart and what the holy spirit is doing in my life and not receive judgement when I come with more questions than answers. Where truths are spoken into my life and lies are cast out. I get recharged by people sharing revelations, miracles, and extending their love to me through meals, guava, brownies, and kindness. But it's not the foundation that I call home, it's the people. I gave them a piece of my heart in exchange for a piece of their heart that I get to carry with me throughout the rest of the world. We share the home of Jesus and his home is big enough for all of us.