1 month today.

So I went to camp for 3 days, right?
Imagine leaving your kids in the hands of another. Sending them off to camp and then expecting them to return in 3 days. Well, I went with 6 kids from the orphanage to this camp and when I arrived, I found out that they had Confidentes that were in charge of the different groups that took care of the kids in their groups. So I wasn't able to keep an eye on the kids 100% of the time like I wanted too because they were split up into different groups. I did not want this nor did I like this but I did not know how to communicate this with them. So I just watched them as closely as I could from afar.
It was so much more different at this camp.
I mean first we rode 2 hours to the church. Then we rode 1 hour into the middle of nowhere. It was in the forest though and so it was cold and there was no sun and there was rain. Rain like in Washington rain, consistent rain.
We had a lot of worship time, like singing songs and reading scriptures aloud. There were skits and stories and some time for games. The kids were younger this time so I had no problems with guys. I was mainly with the adults the whole time and so I kept quiet mostly. I made friends with Rosa, Rosita. She is learning english so she was patient and we would talk in english and spanish. I am glad that I made a friend because yesterday we went on an extremely long hike for 3 hours and returned at 5. Everything had been fine up until then. Dinner was at 6 and at 6:30 I was informed that one of the kids from the orphanage was missing and had apparently runaway.
So I contacted Maribel and after 3 hours of searching in the dark and in the rain, we gave up.
Pretty much every 5 minutes I was overwhelmed with the desire to cry but I would not allow myself and would take that time to pray. I was constantly praying that God would take this situation and turn it for good, that He would perform a miracle because I knew He was more than capable. I mean I love those kids with all my heart. All I could think was, he only had the clothes on his back and the shoes on his feet, no money, food, nothing, in the middle of the night when it was raining. Man it was killing me but at the same time every time I got nervous or overwhelmed, I started to pray and God really came through for me. It was so hard to be somewhere that I could not talk to someone. It was driving me crazy but God's peace is such a beautiful thing!
Today we found out that this kid made it safely back to their home in Pacasmayo.
Praise God! Praise God! Praise God! And they will not be returning to the orphanage.
Maribel and Jessica came to see if I was okay and to go with us back to Pacasmayo and as soon as I saw Maribel I burst into tears. I was trying to be so strong but I knew she would understand all the emotions I was going through and she did and I didn't want her to leave my side. ha ha! And I was SO happy to return to Pacasmayo, my normalcy, my home right now.
I embraced all the girls and got a beautiful welcome home and had missionary night and ended the evening with the internet. God is good. All the time, He is good.