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I miss La Paz. I miss the flights. Several of my friends have minor mysterious illnesses; I miss minor mysterious illnesses. I miss the sense of purpose. I even miss the bad sermons and worse praise songs. I miss community group and game nights resulting in games of Werewolves and Catan marathons. I miss eating dangerous things. I miss cream cheese being an exciting discovery. I miss introducing kids to hymns and the liturgical calendar. I miss the mountains. I miss long hours with our friends. I miss walking to the grocery, to the restaurant, to the mercado de Achumani, to the taxi, to the Peruvian croissant man we love, to man-breakfast, to calle ocho. I miss knowing and being known.
We’re moving on – forward, following the open doors our Lord provides. I’m seeing Him employing me and my family for His purposes back here. I see this time as having meaning, purpose and great joy.
But I will never, never, never, be done missing La Paz.
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