Well, we’re back home!

That’s what it felt like, as we drove over one of the last mountain passes
and saw Popo and Izta in the fading sunset, and a little bit later saw
Malinche. We say Psalm 121 (in Spanish) with the kids
just about every night. That’s been especially meaningful as we’ve been on this trip.

“I lift up my eyes to the hills, where does my help come from? My help
comes from the LORD, the Maker of heaven and earth”

We drove through some hills on the way up to Puebla (the hills were beautiful; the trucks were annoying), and it is
great to remember that the Lord is our help. That’s as we drove almost 12
hours today, had a couple interactions with the traffic cops, fought an
intransigent GPS, didn’t get lost in Tampico (despite all the best efforts
of the sign makers), and drove into the Carrillo’s neighborhood. It was so
great to ring their doorbell. And a few minutes later Chris came walking
in. It was great to see him and give him a big old bear hug. Drew was so
excited he ran and jumped into Chris’ arms! And then we got a great Mexican
supper, flautas and tostadas with flan for dessert. Yup, we’re back

God is so good, he protected us so graciously (as in: he didn’t owe us a
safe trip, but he gave it to us anyway) these 4550 miles from Tacoma back to
Puebla.

Thank you for your part in prayer, advice, hospitality, and just plain ol’
moral support.

Now for the real deal, the work of ministry in Puebla (Romero Vargas=Pueblo
Nuevo)