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.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Monday, August 10, 2009
Comparison is the Theif of Joy
I am leaving Mexico in about a week.
I realized this when I was sitting on my roomies bed eating a nature valley peanut bar. I have only been here for...well less than 3 months, but it truely feels like I have been here for (some amount of time longer than that) I have mixed feelings about leaving. I was praying/talking through staying with Eddie and Maggie, the director and His wife who I sadly dont think I have mentioned yet, and I decided I needed to decide for myself.
My ear is ringing.
I think that to often I get all flustered about "what does God want me to do in this situation" when He is not making it clear...but sometimes I think that he is sitting back and waiting for us to put our free will into practice. If I stayed here through till December, I would grow and learn more no doubt. If I went home, I would be faced with challenges, also growing and learning there. Coming to the win win scenario conclusion, I chose home. I need to fix up some damage I made there.
I will hopefully be attending EBC. whoo whoo. I dont know why I typed that...am I excited for hours of studying? well...yes
So Cornerstone was here last week. They were here with two other groups which added to the largest group we had ever. That is what the summers usually look like. Building ever day with 70 high schoolers running around...and yelling. It was the best week of the summer. I dont know if it was just my group being there, or the combination of a lot of things.
One of the nights I took them to Rene's. This is the greatest taco place, ever. It is owned by Rene's mom and dad, while Rene cooks outside with his friend. Best adobada burrito and cheeseburgers. We think we do it right in the states, oh no. After we were done leaving and getting ready to head home, Rene handed us a large cake. [to preface, this was my theird time at Rene's that week. There is a Bible school were friends with up the street. Yes I just made an excuse] So he just gives us the pan dulce, for free, as a gift. What the devil! It was amazing. Not just the pan dulce, but the fact that He just gave us a cake. When would that happen in the US. Yea, never.
I should take this time to blog about my friend on staff Andew (spo). Today he build an addition house to where I built my first day. So if you are an avid reader of this blog you would remember Brenda. When they were saying goodbye after the build, Brenda attempted to kiss Andrew. I know, my high innocent view of both of them is lost. That is how I will finish this blog.
I had so much to say...and now this has become my shortest entry. Whatevs
I realized this when I was sitting on my roomies bed eating a nature valley peanut bar. I have only been here for...well less than 3 months, but it truely feels like I have been here for (some amount of time longer than that) I have mixed feelings about leaving. I was praying/talking through staying with Eddie and Maggie, the director and His wife who I sadly dont think I have mentioned yet, and I decided I needed to decide for myself.
My ear is ringing.
I think that to often I get all flustered about "what does God want me to do in this situation" when He is not making it clear...but sometimes I think that he is sitting back and waiting for us to put our free will into practice. If I stayed here through till December, I would grow and learn more no doubt. If I went home, I would be faced with challenges, also growing and learning there. Coming to the win win scenario conclusion, I chose home. I need to fix up some damage I made there.
I will hopefully be attending EBC. whoo whoo. I dont know why I typed that...am I excited for hours of studying? well...yes
So Cornerstone was here last week. They were here with two other groups which added to the largest group we had ever. That is what the summers usually look like. Building ever day with 70 high schoolers running around...and yelling. It was the best week of the summer. I dont know if it was just my group being there, or the combination of a lot of things.
One of the nights I took them to Rene's. This is the greatest taco place, ever. It is owned by Rene's mom and dad, while Rene cooks outside with his friend. Best adobada burrito and cheeseburgers. We think we do it right in the states, oh no. After we were done leaving and getting ready to head home, Rene handed us a large cake. [to preface, this was my theird time at Rene's that week. There is a Bible school were friends with up the street. Yes I just made an excuse] So he just gives us the pan dulce, for free, as a gift. What the devil! It was amazing. Not just the pan dulce, but the fact that He just gave us a cake. When would that happen in the US. Yea, never.
I should take this time to blog about my friend on staff Andew (spo). Today he build an addition house to where I built my first day. So if you are an avid reader of this blog you would remember Brenda. When they were saying goodbye after the build, Brenda attempted to kiss Andrew. I know, my high innocent view of both of them is lost. That is how I will finish this blog.
I had so much to say...and now this has become my shortest entry. Whatevs
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