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We got back from Paraguay Friday morning. It was a wonderful trip, one I'll never forget. My heart is still there, in that land with these people we have come to love.

They reach out and touch you with a love that's genuine and sincere. They have so little in comparison to our overabundance but they are rich in ways we need to learn. We have a worldview that puts us at the center of the universe, but there are precious people all over the world that have much to teach us.

We renewed and strengthened friendships we made last year. We saw prodigals come back to the Lord with enough tears to fill the ocean. We shared on unity, leadership, and being men and women of God. We worshipped together in wonderful freedom and joy in the Lord.

We worked on the church building - tearing down one wall and building another, painting, carrying bricks and cement, and a hundred other assorted construction jobs.

And we ate - oh, did we eat.

Finally it was time to leave. There were hugs and tears and smiles and sadness and joy at the airport, with promises to write and keep in touch.

Next year we'll go again. I know we will.