Too, too fast.

In my lifetime, I'm sure I've said it over 100 times. February is too short. I've never liked the fact that there are the least amount of days in my birthday month. Now that I am here in Rica, I dislike it even more.

This week was amazing. They have all been amazing. There has been unbelievable progress on Humberto's house, and substantial growth in my family. There is a kind of routine when groups come on this trip (and it may be universal), where the most work gets done on Monday. As the week goes on, there is less working, more talking. Talking to fellow gringos and also to the Ticos. I've observed this with every team so far this month and now I see myself doing it.

Now that I am 3/4 of the way through this journey, I find myself clinging to conversations with the people in La Bonita. Like today. In between breakfast and lunch I basically sat and talked with Pastor Humberto. That's all. No stucco, no sweeping the floor, no watering the cement (which I didn't even know was a thing). Maybe this is why Wil keeps firing me. Anyways, we helped each other through language confusion and taught each other new words. We talked about many things and I wouldn't trade that time for anything.

I have a feeling this week will be more of the same. The fact that my last week here is about to start is setting in. I'll be doing things for the last time. Eating with the new team, taking communion with mis hermanos in La Bonita, sweeping the daggum floor. These are all things that are creating a sinking feeling in my stomach...already. I can't even imagine what next Thursday/weekend are even going to be like.

The only light of it is that I know I carry these people with me, always. Every time I take communion I'll be taking it with all of them; Daniel & Ana, Henry, Pastor Humberto, Amber & Juanito from Mississippi, my dear friends from Fort Lauderdale that found me at the airport, my CRMP family and every other person that I've had the pleasure of meeting.

Tonight I am staying with Wil's mom, Ginna, who has an adorable little house right down the hill from Wil. Wil & Yolanda aren't home because they are in San Jose. This past Tuesday, Yolanda's nephew was diagnosed with Leukemia. He's 11. Wil left La Bonita Wednesday night after church to join Yola at the Children's Hospital. The doctors seem to think that they have caught it early enough for a positive outcome, but the road will be rough. Andre, the boy, will recieve treatments for 15 days straight. But in between those treatments, he cannot go home. He has to live in a clean environment and his family's house isn't good enough. His father own a butcher shop. So, when he is not staying at the hospital, he and Yola's sister, Katia, will live at Wil's.

It is a hard time for the family. I'm looking for prayer soilders to keep them in your daily prayers as they begain this difficult journey.

Dios les bendiga. God Bless you all
:)