Traveling is tiring. This last week, we were in a missions conference with my dad in Grapevine, TX. We stayed in a motel, went out to eat every day, visited with family and friends during the day, and went to services at night. We didn't get back to the motel til @ 11:00 pm every night. It may sound like an 'oxymoron', but as tiring as it all was, it was..restful. Restful to get away from the dust here in Mexico and enjoy all the green landscape, restful to have the time to visit and laugh, and restful to not have a 'to do' list every morning for the week. It was just what we needed. My husband and my dad preached all week and it was wonderful to hear preaching in English. The church was above and beyond kind to us and it was just great to see people we care about so much.
I was able to visit with Diana whose son just died in the last few weeks. I'm recording the grace of hope. To look on her face, and know what has happened in the last few weeks in their family, you would be amazed at the grace you see in her and her husband's eyes. Sure, it's hard, nights are sleepless, eyes run out of tears, and the heart hurts. Still, somehow, God gives grace..even in the darkest hour.
We had a lot of time to visit with the pastor this last week. They were missionaries close to 30 years in Papua New Guinea. The grace of insight...they really helped me figuresome things out about working with the ladies here in Mexico. God used them to help me in a big way last week.
I was able to visit with Paula. I never really get a chance to talk with her when we are in the area. At the International Dinner, we were able to talk over all kinds of great dishes people brought. We had such a great time of catching up. So I am recording the grace of 'catching up'. So thankful that God allowed that time with her. After that sweet time, she baked all four of us (me, John, Jonathan our son, and Dad) our own personal Friendship Bread for the road. It was so tasty!!
MaLinda and I go back @ 16 years and it was great to see her..the grace of reconnecting.
I was able to meet the new youth leader's wife, Carrie...the grace of new beginnings. This church has just come out on the other side of a big split and she and her husband are new there and helping the pastor. I believe she will be a great help to the pastor's wife. It was encouraging to see new people in the church there this week.
Michelle and I have quite a bit in common since we are both daughters of a missionary. No one can quite understand the mission field like another missionary. It was so wonderful to see her and laugh, talk, and share. The grace of friendship is a healing balm to the soul. I don't mind so much being alone here, but when I see dear friends that mean a lot to me, I wish I had more time to spend.
My friend, Michelle, and me
We are back home now..back in the dust bowl. I stepped on a cockroach last night....barefooted, the milk is sour in the refrigerator, our dog, Cocoa, has mysteriously lost weight and is looking sickly... but it feels good to be home. Back to our 'to do' lists (#1 being LAUNDRY), back to cooking again, grocery lists, and homeschooling, back to making my own bed and washing my own towels...ahhhh....the grace of...home.