[Savior, He can move the mountains]
For those of you who followed my Kenya blog, you probably know that I love and seek out adventure. And even though my journey at MIT is still one of the biggest adventures I've been on (the drinking from a firehouse analogy is all too true), I just can't help but do other crazy things when the fire-hose shuts off for a bit.
So after being home for a week for a wonderful Christmas and time spent with family and friends, of course I hopped on a plane and left the country.
My first destination: the Dominican Republic. You can read my last post for more info on it, but it was a trip with my home church (Faith Community Church of Hopkinton), with 22 college-aged students and leaders. I was there from December 28th to January 5th, building a chapel for a village congregation and ministering to local college students. I honestly was not too excited to go before the trip, and was questioning why I was even going. But God obviously had big plans for me down there. Because I had been there once before, I was able to jump right into construction work, which I love. It was also SO great to connect with the Dominicans that I became really great friends with a year and a half ago, especially because I thought I would never get to see them again last time I left the DR. I also got to reconnect with my FCCH family, since I have barely been home since I left for MIT.
One of the coolest parts about the trip was that I got to go to a service at the chapel I helped build last year. They asked me to speak at the service about my experience in being back, and all I could really say is how blown away I was by God, by the love of the people sitting before me in that chapel, and how cool it was that we could all worship the same God in spanish and english together.
Another time God allowed me to just feel His peace and freedom was when He made it POUR and our whole team had a crazy water fight. It was such a spontaneous, God-orchestrated time of release, fun, going crazy, and being washed clean after a hard day of work. God continually awed me with His beauty while I was there - He took my breath away countless times with sunrises, stars, the moon, mountains, and the view of the city from the roof of the building we stayed at.
But like my time in Kenya, and everywhere else Ive been, the part that made it SO hard to leave (my heart was aching as I walked into the airport), was the people. Saying goodbye to people Ive kept in touch with over the past two years, along with the new Dominican friends I met, and my FCCH team once I got back to Boston broke my heart. Part of me wanted to tell myself to never travel again, because leaving hurt too badly. But God brought me back once, so I am just praying He will bring me back again. Praying I can continue to keep in touch with everyone down there, with my FCCH family, and keeping all of them in my prayers.
I could share a lot more…so feel free to ask questions. I hope pictures also do a good job of describing my journey down there!
Con mi fe, te exaltare
Con mi amor, te exaltare
Con mi ser, te exaltare.
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