It’s been a hard week to say the least.  Martin and I have both been sick, not to mention tired and jet lagged.  Been in someone else’s home is really beginning to take it’s toll but other options haven’t appeared yet.  I am finding Piura a difficult place to be, it’s so hectic and uncomfortable and nothing like I remember.  And I miss everyone so, so much and I have been feeling unsure how I will make it through a year here as well as unsure if it’s right at all. 

However, today we went to Chulucanas.  As soon as we got off the bus I felt like I could breathe again.  We wondered around and met up with family and friends and talked to the municipality about job possibilities.  There isn’t that much and finding a house will be hard but it feels so right there that those things don’t matter.  I trust God.  While waiting is never a comfortable place to be as I look back on my life I know that I can trust Him.  I feel much happier.