What do I feel about the town? As I headed to visit my sons this past holiday season for a few weeks I couldn’t help but feel as though I had left some best friends back in Llama. The people there are in my heart, deeply. They have accepted me as one of their own. They greet me on the street with a hearty “Buenos Dias” or “Hermana Stephanie,” “Gringa – con cariño (with affection”) or a child may just run up and hug me.

What’s not to love about that? The streets are narrow, homes made of handmade and foot stomped adobe bricks.
The views and colors of the sunsets- vivid and striking. It’s a dot on the map. A small town of not much significance to the outside world.  But that’s not how I feel.

The mountains are carved out of sections of light and dark green, tan, brown and dark cafe. Colors that are intense and radiant.  White, silver and grey clouds roll slowly over the tops of the mountain peaks. It’s a landscape worth painting. It is a scene I cannot accurately describe. And that’s how I feel.

I couldn’t imagine being away from Llama for so long. But it was time needed to get out of the forest to see the trees. And that is exactly what happened.

IReturning just over a week ago I came back renewed, rested and filled up once again. Ready to work out this year from start to finish with wild abandon and intentionally for all the projects laid on my heart.  And that is how I feel!

My wish for each of you is that you find yourself in a place you don’t want to live without.

Finding myself in exactly that place in His Mighty Grip,

Stephanie

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