A Broken Heart

Today is the day that we’re supposed to be flying to Nicaragua. It’s not safe and I understand that. Our decision to cancel that part of our trip was right. I don’t want to put our family in a dangerous position and I certainly don’t want to cause difficulties for our friends down there as they try and and take care of us. But as I lay here in bed waiting for my family to wake up, I just keep thinking how I wish so badly that we were going there today.

When the plane landed yesterday, we walked onto the jetway and I was hit with a wall of hot, humid air and all I could think was “Managua.”

I know that we’ll have a wonderful time on this trip. But this morning my heart is broken.

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