I missed Peru even before I had left it.
I remember standing in the airport, about an hour before boarding, and asking myself if I could really leave. Of course I had to. My ticket was already purchased, family and friends were waiting for my return, and my heart missed my Oregon. Well, not my whole heart. Why? Because I left a piece of it in a little village at the foot of Peru’s highest mountain. In a place called Kusi. And that little piece of my heart has been screaming for my return.
I am still in awe that I was able to go to the country of my heritage. And that God has given me such a love for it. And with that, I give you some BIG NEWS...
I have been handed an opportunity to return to Kusi as soon as this coming December. It would be during the time of Peru’s summer and instead of working all day while the boys are in school, my team and I will have most of our days free to just spend with the boys.
KUSI, I'm coming home.
(If you would like to know more details, and possibly help sponsor my trip, email me your address and I will send you one of my support letters.)