Honduras Day #6 Children. Simple things. Focus.

March 9, Day #6

• 6:15 or 7:15? 6:15. More sleep! Breakfast 7:30. We woke up, thinking it was 7:15. Thankfully, it wasn't! It was 6:15! Which meant we got to sleep longer, since breakfast was at 7:30. ;)
• Laying in hammock. Music. Live like you’re loved. Does our worship have hands? ... Running to your arms. X) So many promises coming to fruition. Soaking in the delight. Declaring trust, rather than “but for two years He didn’t meet my needs.” More letting go of that. Great things. Plans. Big “My daughter, you don’t want to miss out on any of it. I’m preparing you for BIG things, and it will be worth it!” Beginning to come to fruition. x)
• Walk property with camera. Carolina picture gift.
• Breakfast. Pastor Ed – “It’s so cool to watch you come alive. And your intro to the stomp was so perfect!”
• Pastor Brian talking about something or other.
• Jim talking! @_@ SO GOOD! Focus. Being away from the states brings focus. Friday night was amazing. But in the states, after a week of hard work, we would not have wanted to do a children’s service. Here there is so little. We can focus. Can we bring that back to the states with us? Story about Jim in other country, putting roof on house. Not done. HUGE rain storm. Sideways. 2’ in 2 hours. In US it would have been a disaster. “Oh no, they lost all their belongings! Major tragedy. Keep them in your prayers!” and live elsewhere for 3 months while catching breath type thing. But there.. it was just a tiny bump. No big deal. They just took their clothes out to the line to dry, and their other few belongings, shrugged, and moved on. (That is what I want for my life!) The world and experiences are so much bigger than us. Can we keep focus? He mentioned how he likes it when I pull out my huge map everywhere. In the airport, the airplane... perspective, the world is big! Shocker, when he was young you had to get the antenna just right to watch TV. Bump it just a bit, and it falls out of the focus and loses the channel. We are like that. So easy to lose focus. Keep focus!

AHHH!!! @_@ I am enamored with this entire concept, this revelation, this greatness. The simple things. The focus. The perspective. I claim this for my life. My entire life. This is my birthright and my inheritance, and I choose to walk in it. This is mine. The simple. The focus. The important. So much tragedy could be avoided by a simple shift in perspective. So much pleasure can be gained by a simple shift in perspective. So much care for other people. So much... so much greatness is to be gained by simple simple simple shifts in perspective. Ahhh!!! It's just real and true and whole... it calls to me, it grabs me, it woos me to deeper depths and higher flight!!! This is my King's way. This is my birthright. And I claim it. No matter where I live or what I'm doing... perspective. I will always seek to keep perspective. 

• Soccer field. 9ish-12ish. 2-3 hours playing with children. x) Washcloths. Drawing... much drawing. x) Talking with the children. Communicating. Learning. Monica mentioned that my Spanish is getting really good. =) Such a good time. x) Staid in the shade! Oh, first time frontier style bathroom. It was SUCH an amazing time playing with the children! One of my favorites... just hanging out with them, playing... they were drawing on the back of my world map. I would say in Spanish, "Who wants to draw... a happy face and a sad face? A pig? A horse? A duck? A house? A mountain?" Etc. etc. And they would jump to draw them. And, and... ah, we just had so much fun enjoying each others' existences! Haha, when one started tickling one of my classmates... I grinned and called out in Spanish, "Everyone! Attack! Tickle!" Completely in Spanish, so my classmate doubtless had no clue why they all suddenly did so. >:) I love being able to communicate. xD
• Lunch
• Resting. Packing. Pig clothes. Removing ticks and ants from laundry. Folding. Marie. Talk about living here. Practically.
• Inside house by myself. Brie walking by – “Pondering the mysteries of the universe?”
• Hanging out with Alicia.
• A bunch sick, fuego? Dehydration? Amiba? Me, mild symptoms.
• Dinner. Prayer for missionaries. Right after talk with Chad about prophetic. Words just came to my mind... via... aha... my spirit. So I spoke over them greatness, fullest potential. Wildness, beyond their wildest dreams. And contentment in their identity, to never forget who they ARE, so they can do what they do to its fullest potential, because it is not their identity. And they would pass this on to those they ministered too. I spoke with authority, and people agreed with me. Then the next person started praying, and the young mks grew restless. So I watched them on the porch for the next 20ish mintues while the prayer continued. x)
• Despicable Me 2 with children in concha! Goodbye! D= Note and drawing for Carolina. x) (Emily helped me with grammar.)
• Goodbye... T_T
• Massage for Alicia, Taylor, and Rachel. About an hour. Talk. [Confusing scribbles in the margin -] Doors. Talk. Lunch earlier. After. Class not let me leave. Speak life and death. Massage school. Etc. Girl hang out time. Quality time, my love language. x) Here is real. Scheduled is... less free.
• Getting ready for bed and writing this.

Today I have put my finger on what I’ve been processing this week. This has been growing in me as I’ve fallen in love with this land, these people, this community. This is my default. Like to intern is my default. Unless Jesus says differently, this is going to happen. He has inclined my heart to this place. He has directed me here. I face intern year. I face Honduras. But he hasn’t told me to walk yet. 6 months yet before I leave this path to tread the next. And my face is pointed to these two places. Perhaps only to look. Maybe He has directed me to Honduras only to look. Or maybe to walk. Same with intern year. When the time comes for me to walk, I will walk where I am pointed. Right now it is these two places. One, the other, both... who knows. But when the time to walk comes, He will either direct me elsewhere or He won’t. And if He doesn’t, I will walk where I am currently pointed. Which is intern year and/or Honduras. GL has won my heart. This community in Honduras has won my heart. We shall see what the future holds. I’m loving every step of the journey. I just don’t want to leave my family in California behind. I am not worried, though. I care about you very much, you are loved and wanted. I want you. I’m no longer troubled, though. I have chosen to trust. I have peace. I don’t understand, but would it be trust if I did? I don’t know what the future looks like, but you are loved and wanted. My Beloved will keep this in mind as He guides my paths.