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As the plane leaves the runway in San Jose, I can't keep from crying. I have so many conflicting emotions swirling around in my head and heart.  I have had such an awesome time these weeks in Costa Rica. I will miss my Tico friends who are like family to me, but I will be happy to see my friends and family in Houston. I will miss my quiet times on my Costa Rican porch, but I look forward to getting back to Community of Faith. 


And for a moment, I can't help but wonder... is this it? Will this be the last time I'm ever here? God, will you let me come back again?  Then I push those thoughts away, trusting that my life and future are safe in God's hands. 


Three and a half hours later we land in Houston, slowly wind through the long line at immigration, collect our luggage and head to the house. I walk through the door and am welcomed with a spotless house! The refrigerator is cleaner than it's been since the day I bought it, the garage has been swept out, even my closet has been straightened up and vacuumed!! Once again I am overwhelmed by love - God's love, and the love of his people - and I know that everything is going to be OK.