Today I went to laundry. Which is not exciting, but sitting outside of Waldo's [dollar store] with the keys in the van, while it is running, was.
Amanda and I went there while our clothes were in the dryer. All I wanted was a fish watch.
When we were getting out she says, "Oh no I...didnt" Which is when I hear the engine still running, and both our doors are locked.
I have only heard stories like this, and I feel bad for those people because they did not have 7 Mexicans helping them. It was like a Help signal was sent out around the parking lot. Random people came from...everywhere. Then, after about 10 min when it was fixed, they just walked away, not needing recognition.
I have learned a lot from the nationals here.
This summer has been hard. I am glad that I have blogged, some, and journaled so that I can look back on how God changed me and seeing the other steps in life he is taking me through. Going home is something that my mind keeps belittling. I have only been gone 2 and 1/2 months. I know things will be different when I get home, and settle. Something I really never want to do now. I dont want to get so comfortable to where I have to work up a longing for heaven, because I love my life to much. Now, in Mexico, it is much more simple to desire God. There are distractions..but you really have to listen for them to take your attention off what is going on here spiritually. I think I just subconciously defined a Christian bubble. perfect.
I know that I have been in that for the summer, but if it made me change my view of the world, then I dont care.
I desire you, whoever you are reading this, to learn the things I have. Please..talk to me when I get back. Not so I can give you a sit-down but because I truely believe that God meant for our lives to be so much more....and maybe I learned a piece of how that works the past few months here. If I dont share, that is something I know I will be held against me in the end.
When I first decided that missions is what I need to do, I wrote this down during one of the morning talks. I am probably not going to post after this, or I will change the name, who knows or really cares. OK, here:
My life- to me- matters equally as much as someones life metters to them. All is futulity. Giving my "important dreams" to God should be easy. I am trading a failed plan for the promise of an Adventure.
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