there's nothing like
Guatemala
   there's nothing like
waking up to the sound of roosters
   there's nothing like
sitting up in that rickety bed, ready for another day of building a house, even though i went to bed like four hours before
   there's nothing like
slipping on an old hoodie and stepping out into that crisp morning air
   there's nothing like
Guatemalan coffee
   there's nothing like
the early morning conversations, consisting of lighthearted laughter and wise councel
   there's nothing like
simply sitting there, sipping my coffee, watching the sun slowly climb up the trees
   there's nothing like
how i miss these mornings
   and there's nothing like
how God uses that to remind me to serve His people in the mornings where i miss Guatemala