Waves of tiredness again today, as well as waves of worry. The week seems so long—the end so far away. I find myself asking, “How will I make it?”
Those are the initial lines of my journal entry from our first full day in Belize. As I approach my 50th birthday this year, I found myself wondering if I was just getting too old for trips like this.
But then… all of a sudden the week was over. I did not want it to end, was not ready to go. How did that happen? What made the change?
I think it was our deepening relationship with our brothers and sisters in Belize. Because we went to the same village last year, we could skip the awkward preliminaries, the doubts and insecurities, and jump right into enjoying each other's company.
From the very first, they welcomed us so warmly, with such open arms and open hearts. It was like seeing much loved family again. And just like when much loved family comes to visit, the time has a way of flying by much too quickly, of being over way too soon.