On April 27, 2012, a 4.0 earthquake struck Cochabamba, Bolivia. It was strong enough for me to see the house rocking back and forth. I had never experienced an earthquake before, and I was honestly excited.
I realize earthquakes are dangerous, however, there was no damage caused by this one. God kept me safe, while letting me experience something that I might never have felt. I thank God for that earthquake.
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I have been home for three weeks now. Yes, I experienced a little bit of culture shock. Yes, I was and still am depressed about being home. I miss my kids so much.
This blog post has been written three or four times and erased because at this point, there are no words besides.....
I left my heart in Bolivia.
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In one of my first posts, I said I wanted to video the kids praying before they ate. It's adorable. On the last day, I actually remembered to video it. You will hear my name in this prayer...because it was my last meal with them. They thank God for me, and they thank God that I was with them for that time.
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There is another earthquake that I thank God for, and it lasted six weeks. I was shaken every single day. I was changed every single day. And now, I live in the aftershock.
Please keep me in your thoughts and prayers. But most importantly, keep my kids in your prayers. Keep Bolivia in your thoughts and prayers. For me.
I would appreciate it if you left a comment below.... even if it's just to let me know that you've been keeping up.
And as always,
Thanks for reading.
God bless you.
