The email update is coming soon, but I wanted to say some things to those who are concerned for us.
Anyone who knows me would know that the incessant heat of a country only 18 degrees from the equator would have been enough to send me home.
The perpetual battle with intestinal fortitude isn't a joy ride either.
A cholera outbreak which is very literally at our front door should have sent me packing, right?
A tropical storm named Tomas certainly had me thinking.
Now, they're rioting in the streets.
On top of all of that, a now 17 year old daughter and soon to be 9 year old son who I know all too well are fighting their own issues of missing home.
A wife that stands by me and never waivers certainly helps all of that.
But why am I staying? Why are we still here? Why will we be here for a long time to come?
I have 76 reasons. And every day when I go to 'work', they hug me, they tell me they love me - they smile. And they're worth it all. I never knew I could receive so much love. Now, they call me Papa. Yes, that would be Papa John.
...and I know God sent me.