Tuesday, October 12, 2010
Today was a difficult day. Today was good day. We split up early with some of us heading off to do glasses and the rest to build. Two jobs that exhaust and exhilerate in vastly different ways. While it's difficult to split up as a team it's worthwhile at the end of the day when stories are shared and relived. We may have been divided today, but the gracious hand of the Lord stayed firmly put on each of our shoulders. Some of us built and some of us fitted eye glasses, but we all were part of the bigger picture. Divided yet united in purpose.
I managed to organize a rowdy group of childen into a nice neat, and yes, orderly line. It felt good. My spanish vocab is increasing. Dulce means candy. Children follow me around with gorgeous smiles asking for more 'dulce'. I happily comply. Usually the adults aren't far behind. They too love the dulce.
I love being here. Aside from missing my babies at home, it is wonderful. Thank you Father for using me, may I continue to say 'whatever'.
Yesterday driving on the truck I was wondering what kind of soil we would encounter for digging. You kind of hold your breath when you put your shovel into the soil, the next few seconds will dictate how the next few hours will unfold. The shovel sinks in easily, soft ground, a sigh of relief. I wonder if God feels that way when he encounters a soft heart to work with.