The Aftershock

Before concluding my posts from my six week trip to Bolivia, there is something that I must divulge. I did not write about it earlier because I was afraid to frighten someone. I'm home now, though, so I'm just going to say it.

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.