wazzup

The rain fell rather slowly at first, I thought I'd get home without getting too wet. I threw on my peach rain jacket, one of my best Goodwill finds so far, and began the five block walk. It started coming down faster, and faster. All I could do was smile as I kept my slow but steady pace and watched the rest of the Honduran world try to speed home to avoid the wetness. Suddenly I looked and saw something jump near my feet. A toad. The biggest toad I've ever seen. At least the size of two of my hands. I stopped. Stared. Smiled as I thought of how everyone else must perceive me, the gringa with the bright peach rain jacket, just standing in the rain staring at a toad.

On the way to cook up some of my soon-to-be-famous chicken wraps at my friends' apartment, I turned the corner and walked past the field near their house. It was sparkling green all over. A bazillion (yes I counted) fireflies were covering the field, the cows, the tree. It looked like a scene out of a tale of fairies, like Midsummer night's dream or something of the sort. Mystical and exhilerating (as were the chicken wraps).

School is winding down. I have about three weeks left, and as I hope and wait for certain job opportunities to come through or not, I am learning once again the rather difficult process of waiting on the Lord. It's true I'll stop in the midst of the pouring rain to admire a toad the size of a softball, but there are many times I don't stop. I don't admire. I'm too consumed with the idea of getting home or else my hair will get wet, I'll have to wash my clothes again. I'll make puddles on the kitchen floor if I stay out too long. Sometimes it's just too hard to wait. To sit while chaos continues around me. To relax when I don't know what's going to happen next in life. To remember that God is God and I am man...well, woman.

Pray for me, if you will, that I will not get frustrated because I cannot control the things I want to. That I will be satisfied not with myself, but with my God. This, too, I pray for you.