Well, as you can tell I have been home in Davis for a while now. I promised an update and a comprehensive overview months ago…but it looks like that hasn’t happened!! I guess I never really knew where to begin. I wasn’t sure what to say about my trip, in fact I am still unsure of exactly how to describe my experience in Brazil. I don’t have an action plan for what’s next, nor am I sure of what we accomplished!! As you can see, there are reasons for avoiding this post. :)

In looking back a few things become obvious. This trip was not what I was expecting at all; it was both infinitely better and infinitely more difficult. My experience was tremendously varied - one day I could be in Sao Paulo at the nicest mall in the city while the next I would be in a favela playing with some hungry children in tattered clothes who would never know such luxury. The transitions were difficult to say the least. The time with the team was wonderful–I’ve never known such selfless and loving people. My time alone was also good. My friendships deepened, I gained some new family, and spent time with amazing people. We fed so many kids, brought in many clothes, and made a substantial practical impact. I assisted with the construction of a home for the Dirt Family-my week with that family remains one of my most treasured lifetime memories.  Our plans for a community center were delayed and dramatically altered, but I continue to believe that Jaragua will find the justice and peace that it so desperately needs.

Since my return I have struggled with so many questions, a few disappointments, and a lot of confusion.  In looking back at this blog I’m reminded that God is in control and, in a way even more importantly, He is right here next to us wherever we go.  I recall my post from the park when I challenged myself by saying “This is where I am. Am I alive in this moment?  Am I living it for all it is worth?”  I have to say the same thing about my life in Davis.  The surroundings are different, the challenges have changed, but the focus must remain the same.  Am I living out my ideals?  Is my faith impacting my life here in a tangible way, just as it did in Brazil?  How can I demonstrate my love for Jesus while I am sitting in the office?  It has taken me a few months to move past the pain of leaving with so many unfinished projects, with so much left undone.  But now I must begin again.   I look forward to showing Jesus that He is my goal, that loving Him wherever He places me is my only concern.