I am going insane wishing to be back in Paraguay. I almost feel like I can’t breathe without being in South America. I still don’t feel comfortable here, and the past three days have been in somewhat of a daze. I went down there pretty sure about my life. I knew I was going to begin pursuing a Psychology degree. I knew where God was taking me, and I was happy, comfortable. All I thought about in Paraguay was how much I wanted to be there serving God, and now all of my seguridad from before I went is gone. Is this culture shock? Is this Jesus turning my world up-side-down in order to make me into something better, to loosely borrow from a Jars of Clay song, to turn something good into something beautiful? I guess after three days it’s hard to tell, but I really would like to know. I feel like I’m grasping at straws to find a connection back to the people who are still in Paraguay. I know that they don’t get to the internet much, but it’s hard to wait.
Who knew someone could feel this way about a country?
-j
I'm Jason, and I like to write.