I'm feeling so blessed to be back in the place that I left my heart over a year ago. From the moment that I got off the plane I felt right back at peace again. Our group picked up our luggage, and crammed in the back of a tarp covered truck to head to Chinandega. I stood there  holding as tightly as I could onto a pole above my head, getting pelted in the face by rain, and inhaling the sweet smell of burning trash.  I immediately felt completely at peace, and completely at home. God has been teaching me so much about what "home" truly is. God has blessed with a home everywhere that I go. Yahweh is showing me that home is whenever I am in his presence. Home is community. Home is the peace that he gives me to be in a place for such a time as this. Whether I'm in Jinotepe, Chinandega, or Oklahoma, God has blessed me with community and support. I'm so thankful for this time of surrender in my life. I'm so stoked to be able to constantly love on people in this community. So far my group has done things from planting Avocado trees and fixing roads, to loving on beautiful people here. My heart is continuing to break for this culture. There is no place that I would rather be than here in Nicaragua soaking up the incomprehensible love of the Lord, at home.