My tickets to fly home are bought. And the words of a beautiful Spanish song are ringing in my head…
Aunque es el mismo cielo, Even though it is the same heaven,
Y el mismo sol - And the same sun….
Son las mismas calles, pero yo no soy - They’re the same streets, but I am not
No soy el mismo. I am not the same.
Y como turista puedo caminar, And like a tourist I can walk,
Descubriendo cosas nuevas al andar… Discovering new things while walking…
~Marcela Gandara
As I think back over the last couple of years I see a lot of things that have remained the same. The sun is still shining down. The same stars, the same constellations. God is still the same. As I think of going back to the States, I look forwards to driving those same streets and visiting the same libraries. But I am not the same person as when I came here. I have a new outlook – a better vision. We can’t stay the same for two years. God wants us to continually become…
I could have grown more, I feel. That is my regret. My weaknesses are a hindrance that I seek to push aside so that I can be better at becoming…
*The sun rising over the river one Sunday morning…
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