heart.

If you asked me what I have learned in the past ten months…and you forced me to chisel it down to just one thing…I can promise you I would not tell you the 14 ways to conjugate a verb in Spanish. Nor would I tell you about the bus system of Costa Rica. I would not explain how to sleep in when the sun rises at 5am or the correct Spanish pronunciation of the word "desafortunadamente" (translated: unfortunately). I would not talk about the correct way to greet someone in a Latin American culture. And I certainly would not tell you about all the different ways you can serve rice and beans as a meal.

If you so compelled me to answer this question, this one important thing that I have learned in my time in Costa Rica, it would be this:

Grace is the heart of Jesus. A heart that surely beats for me. And so with every steady, faithful beat of the heart, grace pumps from His to mine - two hearts intricately connected through the cross. And without this grace blood - this same grace blood that was shed by Love at the cross - without this grace that flows so freely to the heart, mind, soul...I am left broken. But because His grace streams down and never stops and covers all - it creeps in and fills all the cracks that my brokenness leaves. And so because of this grace, I am broken…yet I am full.