Striving

Sometimes I don't want to read about Him. 

There are times when I don't even want to talk to Him. 

Times when all I want to do is crawl up into His arms and be held by Him.

Let us not forget that He is our father, and fathers like to rock their children to sleep. Of course we need to read and we need to pray, but we shouldn't miss out on the times when we lay our head against His chest and hear His heart beat. 

Take some time this week to cease striving and hear Him. 

It's Inevitable

With the help of Wendy, I have realized that I now speak 3 languages. I speak English, and Spanish and the third...it English in a Spanish accent. Let me explain. 

Driving down the road I see a Burger King sign for a new special, it reads, "Chicken Crisp con queso y tocina." I giggled and told Wendy that I love when the North American restautants do a combo of English and Spanish.

She said, yes but you wouldn't pronounce it the same a "Chicken Crisp" is not the same thing as a "Cheekin Crreesp." I busted out laughing, cause I knew it was true. 

I notice that I speak this third language when I am teaching my students. I speak English with a Spanish accent and they seem to understand it better. I also change my intonation...I sort of sing it. Spanish is very sing-songy, so I speak English with a Spanish accent in a Spanish intonation. 

I think I will be ruined, from now on. So be prepared...I am forgetting how to spell things, I am forgetting how to pronounce things, and I am forgetting words I don't use very often.

Oh yeah, I have to add in my fourth language...Louisianian...a mix of the country twang, and the ghetto flare with a sprinkle of creole spice for good measure. Haha...talk about a mouthful!

So stay tuned, with 4 languages coming out of 1 brain I am bound to invent some new words while I am here. 

Home, Again?

It would seem that I am home again. 

Or maybe I have more than one home.

What if my definition of home is changing. 

Home is no longer bound to a place, or to people either, but bound to the call of the Lord. I did not come to Honduras because of the need here...there are needs everywhere. I did not come to Honduras because of my skill-set...pleanty of people can do what I do. I didn't even come here because I thought it would be fun...even though it is.

I came to Honduras because God asked me to. 

Simple, right?

I am at home, when I am where God wants me to be. 

Going to Louisiana last week was an incredible blessing. I was able to see family and friends, and see God work in new ways. I am refreshed. I have renewed perspective. I have dreams and ideas of how to fulfill them. 

I have a front row seat...well, actually it is even better than that...I get to be a part of something incredible, something new, something the Lord is doing. 

Thank you, Lord. For reminding me that you are the reason I am here. You are the reason I do anything at all. Thank you for your provision and your protection. Thank you for your grace and your mercy. 

Gracias por todo.