I've been back from Guatemala for two days and I've already been asked the same questions over and over again. "How was it?" "How are you?" "Did you have fun?" I don't have a simple answer. In 10 days I experienced pain, joy, love, heartbreak, restoration and forgiveness. I held teenage girls in my arms as they cried about their past, a 14-year-old begged me to bring her 8-month-old son back home with me. I prayed for families who walk over four hours a day just to pay to work at the garbage dump. My heart hurts. But God is GOOD, even when nothing makes sense anymore. I want to cry and scream and sleep, but through it all I am reminded that He is the Father to the father ess. This past week will always be in my heart.