Waiting...

Good grief. Sometimes it seems like I'm not meant to get to Bolivia. It seems like every time I try to go there, or work to stay in Bolivia, something always stops me. My connecting flight to my plane to Santa Cruz, Bolivia was 2 hours late, and I missed my flight. The next flight isn't until 24hrs later, so I'm hanging out in Miami until 11:00pm tonight. My AeroSur flight in Bolivia from Santa Cruz to Cochabamba may not be honored, since American Airlines does not have a ticketing agreement with them. I'm hoping I'll be able to get on a flight tomorrow to Coch once I arrive in Bolivia, but there may be more obstacles once I get there.

As I talked to my dad in tears on the phone, I remembered all the times I was stuck in Chicago, needing to leave the country for my visa, and fighting to get what I needed to return to a job at the school in Bolivia. It'd be so easy to think that all these struggles means that I'm not meant to return.

Since last night, I've reached a place of peace. All this fighting has made me realize what Bolivia really means to me. Sometimes, the things that are most valuable, beautiful, or purposeful are the things you have to fight for the hardest. All the obstacles in my path to Bolivia now seem like more reason to push forward, trusting that God has confirmed my calling there.

Thanks for your continued prayers. I'll need them a lot this next week, because I will be starting class on Tuesday, and the school is still unsure what grade I will be teaching. Lots to adjust to, and lots to be flexible for! But, our God is good, and I will rest in that.

Peace to you, friends.
Katie