Espanola!

Overwhelming it was being in Spanish language school from 8-12 a.m. on Monday morning. They are throwing this Spanish at us from the left and right and from above and from below. This afternoon we took a tour around Antigua where we are staying for the next three weeks. I have had mixed emotions about being here. Debating whether I can actually handle it all. However, I know I can’t do it. I can only do it, get through it, manage it with God. I can’t do it alone. I can’t. But with him I can do everything and anything.

I serve a big God.

There was a moment today that it just felt beautiful. We were touring Antigua, walking the uneven sidewalks small stores on the both sides of me, colourfully dressed people and then there was a gust of wind then a chicken bus (local transport bus) drove by, and all of a sudden it was hard to blink from stuff in my eyes, dirt on my lips and exhaust in my nose and life was *calm+beautiful* In the moment of busyness, chaos, a broken past and a country that is full of violence I felt at home. It felt normal to have that grind on my lips and my eyes barely open. Amongst it all the sun shines, music plays and I breathe the fresh air. And I say thank you God. Thank you for food that fills my stomach and isn’t actually that bad. Thank you for universals. Laughter is universal. Smiles are universals. Sneezing is universal. J