The worst part about traveling is knowing you will never be the same after leaving the place you were in. In some cases, you leave a piece of your heart behind, along with the people you've met. This was one of those cases.
Mexico, you have completely changed my perspective of what it means to fall in love with a place. When I think back on our time in Mexico, I don't see places, I don't see the beach or the shops or the thousands of tacos that we ate. I see the faces of people that I met and the faces of strangers who turned into friends. I don't feel sad either. I feel blessed. So blessed that my heart beat kinda speeds up a little and I feel heartsore but in a good way. Trying to put this feeling into words is a lot harder than I thought it would be.
Not only did the people touch my heart, but God did too - in such a real way. I was baptized in the Caribbean Sea on my birthday with the people I love most as my witnesses, I experienced God's father's heart through people and He showed me what it means to connect with people on a level so much deeper than what I thought I was capable of in such a short time.
He showed me what it means to have grace for people as well as for myself (I was taught this over a 4 day period whilst being man-down with a kidney infection). I really was convicted about how hard I am on others but more so on myself. He showed me the authority He's given me in His name through praying for members of the congregation, and best of all, He taught me how powerful it actually is to be living in complete accordance to His will.
I will never forget the people I had the privilege of growing close to over the past 2 weeks. I will never forget the way they made me feel and the way I was able to love them so easily. I will never forget how God revealed himself to me in Mexico, and I will never forget who's hands my life is in.
This is not goodbye Mexico, it's simply just "I'll see you later."
Hasta Luego.