Unknown Future

I'm at a place in my life where I'm not sure what to do next. I don't know where God is leading me. I feel like I'm being pulled in many directions,
BUT
then I look back and remember being a teenager. I remember suffering from depression severely and thinking that no one loved me or cared about me. I remember my parents being too busy to pay attention to me. I remember not having friends. I remember eating lunch in the bathroom at school because I didn't have any friends to sit by me and I was too embarrassed to sit alone. I remember planning to kill myself, and giving my life to Christ shortly after. I remember helping in the inner-city. I remember being changed by the children that I worked with and the circumstances that they lived in. I remember signing up to sponsor a child in Honduras, which later led to a trip down there to meet her. I remember being afraid and alone. I remember writing that I was never going to go back to Honduras again at the beginning of the week, and having my heart changed by the miracles I witnessed at the end of the week. I remember deciding to spend time in Honduras after I graduated. I studied Spanish in Copan. I taught English in elementary school near Choluteca. Started college in Illinois. Left college. Went to Costa Rica to learn to teach TEFL classes. Went back to Honduras in la Ceiba to help and teach in an orphanage. Went to teach in a high school near San Marcos de Colón. Overall spend 2 and a half years in Honduras helping and doing various things. Met my husband. Started working on visa papers. Spent various months in Nicaragua getting to know his family. Brought him to the US. Married him.

I just don't know what's next, but it's amazing looking back knowing that God knew what He was doing the whole time and how it worked out for the best. I know that He will continue to do that in my life and that it will work out one way or another.. whether I stay here in the US or go back to Honduras or Nicaragua. I just have to wait for the Lord... and I will gladly, because I know He has my best in mind.

I miss...

I miss walking all through town to buy food or anything else we needed.

I miss passing more bicycles on the streets than cars.

I miss the world where the only internet people use is at an internet cafe.

I miss washing clothes by hand outside when it's hot. ((Please, don't asking me why))

I miss going to the park every night as a social activity. 

I miss spending all day with the family. 

I miss the family values that were held by the people.

I miss getting on the crowded buses to go shopping every couple of weeks.

I miss food cooked over a fire.

I don't miss the outhouse that usually had a skunk in it at night.

I don't miss the cockroaches.

I don't miss the days when the water would leave.

I don't miss the tremendous amount of mud from the rain.

I don't miss the streets filled with rocks that ruined shoes in a week.

I don't miss the outrageous heat.

I don't miss getting pushed while fighting for a place in line to get on the bus.

I don't miss trying to pass between countries and the expensive fees for Americans.

I don't miss walking somewhere with a guy who decided to urinate wherever he pleased.

I don't miss restrooms where you had to pay to use them.

I don't miss having no electricity.