I never actually closed this blog. I just haven't written anything here. But I'm thinking maybe I'll use it as an outlet to my ponderings. I fasted for three days a couple of weeks ago. I wanted to pray about our financial situation here, about my good friend, Dave, and his recovery from a stroke and for my son, Jared, as he works in disaster relief in Joplin, Missouri, where a tornado struck recently. The fasting went okay. I've done it before. One thing I noticed was that my nose gets finely tuned to odors - especially bread baking. I'm not sure why because the bread here is pathetic. No matter what shape or form it has, it all tastes the same. My wife's friend mentioned that she complained about this in one of the bakeries. Their response - "you are not from around here are you?" She isn't. She moved here from a town about two hours away, where they apparently know how to bake bread.
Our finances improved this month. Dave is back home recovering. My son is working, he says, in a bubble. He's doing a lot of the coordinating of relief groups. He hasn't even seen the damage from the tornado. He's more in danger of going crazy dealing with volunteers than getting hurt using a chainsaw. He told me yesterday (over our MagicJack) that he met with someone from the circus that had already been scheduled to come through town before the tornado came and that she wanted to use her elephants to help clear up debris. He couldn't allow that, of course. Its against town ordinances.
My wife and I had a long conversation a few days ago. Would our first year have been less stressful had we not come to Honduras on half the money that we knew we needed? Of course it would, just like your life would be less stressful if you had the money you needed. Not having it though helps us depend on God more for what we really need and helps us decide what it is that we really do need, not just what we want.
Enough pondering - for now. My soul rejoices that I even have the ability to ponder anything.
I rejoice that you can ponder too - and that you'll be doing some writing. If your writings are as good as your verbal lessons, they're great. Love you forever.
Posted by: Robin Lynn White | 06/03/2011 at 12:57 PM