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Beautiful hearts. Beautiful country.

My heart is full. Full of thankfulness for these months I got to spend here in this beautiful country. Needless to say these last days have been more intentional. Not so much in the trying to get a billion things done, but intentional in desiring to absorb and appreciate the moments more.

Last night was the last time on the streets with the Iris team. It was such a precious time! They had made homemade chocolates and little verses had been written out for the women. As we divided into groups and headed out it was so beautiful to see the joy on the faces of the women as they got the little gift. It’s amazing how such a small thing can make such a difference. One girl said “this was just what I needed”. It was such a special evening of getting to know a little of what hides behind the confident exterior of these women (and men) who night after night stand on the street corners offering themselves to the cars that come by. It is always a privilege when they choose to open up and talk. A privilege to get a glimpse of their beautiful hearts. And a privilege to be allowed to speak words of life into their lives.

We left so encouraged by God’s commitment and love to them and us.

Driving back I had such peace. It’s about a 30 minute drive from the city to the base when there is no traffic, which there generally is very little of at 2:30 am. And as I was driving I also realised how relaxed I was, and smiled at the irony of how the last few days of my time here I am not feeling stressed and overwhelmed by driving and have actually quite come to enjoy the challenge of navigating the craziness of traffic here.

Thankful!

Today I had a last beach visit. Waking up the sky looked very grey and yet as we drove to the beach the sky became a beautiful blue. It was great to feel the warmth of the sun topping up my tan, and enjoying the warm sea water, knowing that this is the last time for a good while. This nation has a lot of challenges, but it also has so much beauty! Beauty which you can’t find anywhere else. Seeking to savour the flavours that define this place, I enjoyed a last água de coco (coconut water) before I left the beach...for now.

Friendship.

Sitting here I am so thankful for friendships here. So many amazing people I have had the privilege of knowing more and getting to know these months. People who make my life richer. So thankful for them. This evening I went with a bunch of friends to eat a final churro and tapioca. It was delicious and such a blessed time. Beats packing. Friends are such a gift.

Leaving... tomorrow I go. After almost a full last day I get on a plane and head into wrapping up this season. Tying up loose ends and saying goodbye in Amsterdam. Not looking forward to the good bye part, but hope to focus on the appreciating people part rather than the imminent absence part. Amsterdam is also full of people who make my life rich. I look forward to seeing them again.

And so I end this day full of thankfulness. Thankful for this journey I get to be on. And thankful for Jesus and the cross. Thankful that tomorrow is Easter Sunday- a reminder that He didn’t just die, but that He rose and is alive and gives me life. And for that I am the most thankful.

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