What? Are you kidding me? How did all this happen?
Gringos went 1800 miles away.
Translators went 57.62 miles away (not that far)
To a place that is mostly mountains and dirt.
To people who live with next to nothing.
Who smile when you smile.
Who wave when you wave.
Where words don’t speak as loud as the heart.
Where LOVE is real.
It’s colorful.
It’s stronger than speech.
It’s stronger than looks.
It’s shorter than my waist.
We stepped out on Faith.
Purely. Prayerfully.
No questions asked.
We just went.
Who are we to be used to do something so amazing?
Why did God choose us?
Because He LOVES us.
He wanted to show us True living.
True community.
True blessing.
and True happiness.
There is no one like our God.
Our Jesus.
Our Savior.
Our Peace.
Our Comfort.
Our Confidence.
Our Strength.
Our LOVE.
Only He could be greater than all boundaries.
All culture.
All speech.
God broke down the walls.
God answered our prayers in way no one could have ever imagined.
From building a playground for the kids in Namasigüe who’d never had anything like that and sharing God’s LOVE with them.
To looking out on Levi’s truck into a beautiful sight filled with stars and laughter.
To smiling at a little boy, watching him squirt water from his mini water gun.
To letting the kids ride on our shoulders.
To running and jumping on the beach with my new-found brothers and sister.
To sitting on the ground with the youth singing praises to God in both spanish and english.
To pounding it.
To you da bomb.
To LOVE.
To sharing God’s grace with families, who taught us more about ourselves and more about God than we could ever teach them.
To Zane.
To David.
To Stone.
To Juan.
To Joe.
To Megan.
To Chuck.
To Ami.
To Paola.
To Elizabeth.
To Joey.
To Stephanie.
To Emma.
To Katie.
To Margaret.
To Stevi.
To Tim.
To Abbie.
To Grace.
To Silas.
To Abigail.
To Mr. Christopher.
To Dean.
To Francisco.
To Levi.
To Rony.
To Freddy.
To Miguel.
To Lester.
To Pastor Giovianni.
To Everyone.
To LOVE.
What? Are you kidding me?
You picked ME?
God, you loved ME first.
You loved the people of Honduras first.
You loved the people from M-I-Z-Z-O-U first.
You gave your Son so that we could share and breathe and live and LOVE together.
You LOVEd Namasigüe.
You LOVEd Limon.
You LOVEd Casa Hogar Vida.
You LOVEd ME.
You.
You, who created the stars, the mountains, the grass, the seas, the skies, the trees, the mangoes, the people, the places, the ideas, the hearts, the LOVE.
How could you do all of that, and still…STILL be completely and utterly in LOVE with ME enough to give me the blessing of serving You?
You leave me speechless.
You leave me full in a way no food or drink or thing of this earth ever could.
Full of LOVE.
Full of Peace.
Full of Comfort.
Full of Joy.
God, apart from You, we can do nothing.
But with You, we can move the mountains.
I’m moving.
Moving on Faith.
Moving Mountains.
WE are moving mountains.
I have a new LOVE.
A new life.
A new perspective.
A new blessing.
A new heart.
A new mind.
You’ve renewed me.
You’ve changed me.
You’ve LOVEd me.
Only You.
Thank You, Jesus.
I LOVE You. :)
April 2012
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Everyone’s all
I made the mistake of identifying my grandma as a geek this weekend. She resisted. This was in a conversation in which she lamented having never seen earlier series of Doctor Who (before Tom Baker) because she felt like she was missing out on backstory. She was also discussing how she hosted Dark Shadows watch parties for all the neighborhood kids back in the 60s…
“If you like something so much that a casual mention of it makes your whole being light up like a halogen lamp, if hearing a stranger fondly mention your favorite book or game is instant grounds for friendship, if you have ever found yourself bouncing out of your chair because something you learned blew your mind so hard that you physically could not contain yourself — you are a geek.”
“The thing that all geeks have in common (other than carbon) is not what we are interested in, but how we go about consuming our interests. “Consuming” is the perfect word for it, because geeks are rarely a passive audience. We devour our interests. We are driven to know how things work. It isn’t enough for us just to enjoy something. When something piques our interest or elicits an emotional response from us, we have to know why. We have to dissect it, put it under a microscope, and come to understand it on a molecular level. This mental process is the same, regardless of whether we are talking about breaking down narrative structure or sequencing a genome or designing a costume. The impulse to engage with the world in this fashion comes to us instinctively, and allowing ourselves to explore makes us excited. Since a feeling of excitement is initially what spurred us to dig deeper, this means that our interests drive us into this wonderful cycle of bliss in which every detail we uncover makes us even more stoked about the thing that got us so stoked in the first place.”
Parade Magazine has ranked Columbia, Missouri as the hardest-working city in the U.S.
They based it on the following criteria:
- Average hours worked per capita.
- Willingness to work during personal time.
- Number of dual income homes.
- Local employment rate.
No wonder working long hours & having no boundaries between work time and personal time are expected around here…
Preheadache
Many migraine sufferers experience preheadache (prodrome) as an early warning sign hours or days before migraine. Symptoms of preheadache can include:
- Food cravings (eg, chocolate and other sweets)
- Mood changes
- Muscle stiffness (especially in the neck)
- Yawning/fatigue
Aura
Usually following the preheadache phase, aura is a temporary disturbance of brain function. It’s most commonly visual, but can also occur in other ways. Auras can be:
