The one thing my mom doesn't miss and one the favorite things I remember about the Peten is. . . . drum role please - power outages! As I sit in the dark writing, the mischievous boy in me bubbles out; no not bubbles, but leaps and roars to be let out as I remember with joy and thankfulness my introduction to the Peten sixteen years ago. In the past I have wondered and yes complained to God asking Him why we had to move back to the States. On this adventurous and - night I rest in what He tells me in Isaiah 55, " My thoughts are not your thoughts, neither are your ways my ways, for as the heavens are higher than the earth, so are my ways higher than your ways, and my thoughts than your thoughts." He knows best and it is exciting, to put it poorly, to know that He has led me back.