So, I've been thinking a lot about coming home recently. I can't lie; I am very excited to go home. I can't wait to see my family and friends. I can't wait to be at home with my sisters and brothers and my mom and dad, and even the dog. I can't wait to hang out with friends, talking at Caribou, going on walks, and hanging out by the camp fire or on a trampoline.

I've been trying to figure out if it's okay to be excited about going home. I am happy that I am here. I love being in Nicaragua. I love the people here, I love my team, I love cooking with no oven, I love walking everywhere, and I love making paper beads for bracelets. God is so amazing and has created so many different people and so many different places and it's such a privilege to see what He is doing in a different part of the world.

Something else I've been thinking about too is that when I do go home, it's not quite going to feel the same. I will most likely love being with my family and friends, but it will not be the same. It won't be what I knew home to be anymore. It won't be home because it's not.

It's so interesting how God uses things on earth to tie into the bigger picture. I don't feel at home in Nicaragua, even though I like it, and I'm not going to feel the same when I go home either. I will never truly feel at home as long as I am living on this earth. Those of us who have Jesus Christ in our hearts will never truly feel at home until we are at home, after we have died and are with Him. That is where our only true home is. Everything else is temporary, and it will not truly satisfy.