exactly one week from today i will be ready to board my plane back home to the states. its insane how quickly this summer has flown by. i remember getting out of classes in may, and thinking can i just get to costa rica already, and then how quickly my time came. you can even ask my mom, i had no idea i was going to costa rica when i was sitting in the airport back in june. i kept saying "i just dont believe that i am here to go to costa rica." and 6 weeks later i am in awe of the idea of approaching my final week.
it has been interesting being here all by myself as the only american in the house. i have more alone time than i think anyone could dream of. we finish projects and i get back to the house sometimes around 6 or 7 and just kind of hangout alone. its hard, because as awesome as this family is, when we get home at night, i have dinner, then everyone goes in their rooms. i guess for them its hard to have alone time with their spouses, so you know here i am, just sitting. with that being said, i have been reading a lot and am a good ways into my second journal after being here. i write so freaking much.
and i will be completely honest, it has been extremely hard these past 2 weeks, but at the same time humbling and such a growing process. i have learned so much by being here and its so incredible to see how the lord uses these times to show you what he wants to show you.
so the other day i was with pastors family...always an adventure there, but this time we picked up 2 women from his church and went to this other lady's house. ill go ahead and share that the places smelled awful, the walls of the house were pieces of tin with holes all over the place (like a lot of places) and they did not meet the roof, letting anything and everything in the house. it was tiny, and windows did not exist, only blankets to "cover" what was inside. but we went to her house to pray for her, her family and their home. her son, 24, was accidentally hit by a bus down here and has been in the hospital basically as a vegetable. i didnt follow along with the spanish well enough to know if he was going to be able to "come back" or remain in the state, but i think i heard that he opened his eyes and looked around. with that being said, the doctor does not believe there is anything left to do, so the woman wants to bring her son home, but her living conditions would not support that. we prayed for her for a while and it was one of the most incredible things to experience.
prayer. with people you dont know, with people you do, in other languages, its so simple, yet fascinating to see and hear how unimaginably powerful prayer can be. it is speaking with the lord of the universe, who not only is this huge creator of the entire world, but also a best friend who knows every single thing about you. but so awesome, literally leaving you in awe, that he cares to hear what you have to say to him, and listens, and responds in powerful ways. i dont know what is going to happen with this women and her son, nor will i ever most likely, but i know that god was so present that day, that i dont doubt what he is capable of.
so long blog post short: prayer is incredible. never underestimate its power and the lord you are speaking to when you do.
love.