Our trip leader, Ian, has a friend from college who now lives in Peru. He, his wife and two small children own and run a coffee shop and roasting business (Cafe Verde - you should definitely check out this website, although it's in Spanish). He works with the coffee bean farmers of Peru, and exports their beans for a fair price.
We all went to the coffee shop and bought out his supply of coffee for sale. I've been purposefully saving it for a time I was missing Peru and wanting to go back. This morning I ground some of the beans and enjoyed a cup of coffee while remembering Peru.
I miss hearing God's voice when I was in the midst of poverty. I miss seeing Jesus in the faces of the children. I miss the questions I was asking. Sadly, with the distractions of everyday life, I'm forgetting. I knew it would happen, and it's natural, but it saddens me to think the trip is becoming a distant memory.
I was on fire when I came back. Determined to be a better advocate and find sponsors for the 5 children I had packets for. I did find a sponsor for Waldir, and I did inspire a friend to sponsor CSP. I praise God for that. But the other children....their packets expired and now they will be re-entered into Compassion's system and sent to someone else to find them sponsors.
I know I'm not a failure, but I still find myself discouraged. God has other plans for those kids and I have to trust in His timing.
What a heavy post....I meant to just be thankful for the Peruvian coffee and then it turned into more.