Yes, I walked a lot again yesterday, Wednesday. I did so intentionally; asking my ride to the mission to pick me up in town rather than in front of the Hacienda.
I am glad I did, as I knew I would be.
In the end, whether enlightened or not, I just like walking :)
But I think God intentionally set up a huge discongruent picture for me~
I have said more than I thought I would this morning; feeling like there's just no way to express where I am.
And there's not.
And I don't just mean the physical location of me.
But I trust God's way.
He maps my run.
I know he's got something up his proverbial sleeve and has got one doozie of a life lesson coming my way.
I arise fearfully expectant after a comatosed 9 hours of sleep
and a weary awakening with an indistinguishable broken heart...
Where I laid down in disgusted, pathetic tears, I awake realizing I can smile still.
God is so good.
in love. trish.
I am glad I did, as I knew I would be.
In the end, whether enlightened or not, I just like walking :)
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| The cruise ships arrive; I thought I'd taken a photo of them in port as well, but then I remembered I was too disgusted to do so.... |
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| just me and my shadow~on a pretty, early morning beach |
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| a no longer useful all inclusive :P |
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| starbucks, PV style |
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| more starbucks~ |
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| an incoming all inclusive; all the rage here, understandably, I guess~ |
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| more all inclusive... |
| setting a serious stage for personal dismembering of all preconceived notions not just about poverty and life in third world countries, but also about my own passions and purposes. |  | ||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
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| side yard |
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| bible study |
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| spinning |
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| lunch! |
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| garden |
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| the path to school...just across the ravine |
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| the playground |
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| lived in, but yes, under construction |
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| home. yes, it's finished, not under construction as I naively asked... |
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| the view from the village...slice of heaven? |
And there's not.
And I don't just mean the physical location of me.
But I trust God's way.
He maps my run.
I know he's got something up his proverbial sleeve and has got one doozie of a life lesson coming my way.
I arise fearfully expectant after a comatosed 9 hours of sleep
and a weary awakening with an indistinguishable broken heart...
Where I laid down in disgusted, pathetic tears, I awake realizing I can smile still.
God is so good.
in love. trish.
In 1999, my husband and I took a wonderful vacation with friends. We ate the best food, stayed at the best places, had some great adventures. I left feeling empty.
ReplyDeleteLater that summer, I went on a missions trip to an impoverished village in the mountains of Jamaica. The bathrooms were disgusting, the beds uncomfortable, no air conditioning, and we worked digging with shovels all day. I never felt more alive. And I have never viewed life the same since that trip.