Our life as vagabond missionaries is over for now. Having no address and no fixed place to lay our heads made me pine for a steadier life. There is no place like home.Arriving back to Brazil in August, after being away for eight months, has been delightful. I have soaked up the daily charms of being home in the Amazon. What are those charms?
I receive warm and affectionate greetings from, well, everybody.
I run into people I know when I am out shopping.
I love feeling thirsty. (In the heat I never forget to drink lots of water.)
A place of ministry where I can use my gifts to equip a growing, dynamic church gives me such a sense of being well-being.
So now instead of being homeless, I am home-full and relishing every minute of it.
Written by Grace Ensz