|Bought this little doll in the airport.
She makes me smile!
This is what I want you to do: Ask the Father for whatever is in keeping with the things I’ve revealed to you. Ask in my name, according to my will, and he’ll most certainly give it to you. Your joy will be a river overflowing its banks! John 16:24 (The Message)
What time is it? My computer says it is one time, the clock in the kitchen says it is another. And my body says it is a completely different time! Having just returned from a country where the time zone is two hours behind ours, my body thinks it is still only 8:00 PM. But the clock in the kitchen says it is 9:00 PM because my husband never adjusted the clock after entering Daylight Savings Time. My computer says it is 10:00 PM. I think that it right even though my body is even more mixed up because I “lost” 12 hours to sleep last night. We had a nasty stomach bug making its way through our group. It could not have come from the water or the children, because one of our team members had it the first day at the hotel before we even got to see the children. And all of us were very careful about the water. Throughout the week, every day one or two people would come down with it. Thursday was my day. I went to the Center anyway because I had not had a chance to tell Nanny Christy goodbye. I tried to do my part helping with the babies without getting too near them by sitting in the corner of the room referring while the rest of the team bathed and changed everyone. When a team mate found me sprawled out on the floor with my eyes closed and two babies piled on top of me, they suggested I go back to the dorm at the Center and lie down. I did not go until I had a chance to talk to Nanny Christy with the interpreter. On Monday, she had asked about my family, and I filled her in on my boys, but we got interrupted before she could tell me about hers. I was eager to know how they were and because she is off on Wednesdays, I could not talk to her again until Thursday. With the help of our interpreter, Olivia, Christy and I shared our hearts for our children. It is uncanny how alike we are and what situations we find ourselves in. Except, I have many more resources to fix my problems than she does. In that way, we are different because she knows she always must go to God first. Unlike me, who tries to fix things first before asking for divine assistance. Talking with Christy is always a reminder to me of what it is like to live with deep faith. I wonder if I would have such faith if all the things I prop myself up with were taken away. After Christy and I talked, I finally gave up trying to help, and laid down on one of the bunks in the dorm until almost time to go home. I did not even have the energy to go pray over Billy before I left, but thankfully, I know that God will hear my prayers for him even if they are not prayed in Guatemala. The bus ride home was difficult. If you ever wanted to know what it is like to hang your head out of a bus moving forty miles an hour through a village, vomiting, I can tell you. When I got back to the hotel, I went right to sleep and slept for eleven hours straight. I woke up feeling fine so it must have been a twenty four hour bug, but I was afraid to eat on the day that we were travelling. I am now back in my home, with a tummy full of chicken soup and wondering what time it is. Of course, any time is a good time to pray!