Honesty is the best policy right? Well here is me being honest…
This trip to Managua, Nicaragua is mas dificil para mi (very hard for me).
When I first came to this lovely place, there was a specific calling. God showed me the social injustice of sex trafficking. He opened my eyes to reality and boy was there a lot of emotions. I knew what must be done and was thankful to see Gods hand in all of it.
I FEEL NOTHING.
I am very impartial unbiased and dare I say have a lack of opinion.(for anyone who has met me they know this is pretty odd to say the least)
It is similar to me smoking some pot.
When I first came I was all high on emotions. All the devastation and destruction was a huge kick in the pants. But the pot has now worn off.
I now have adjusted to reality.
When we pass all of these shacks with dust floors I no longer have feelings of sadness, but no feelings at all. I now see a shack so what the next street holds more just like every other city.
This is reality…it is Nicaragua.
The good news: I have compassion for these people. I see a pain that is emotional rather than all physical.
The pot has gone and I now am left with my adjustment to reality and boy is it a scary place to be.
I see people now. They have pain just like every one else but in different ways and this in its self is a whole new playing field.