So the government decided that we needed more national holidays... and thus we are having 3 Mondays in October with no school. It kind of throws the schedule out of whack (fellow teachers understand) but the first reaction is still a resounding "WOOOOHOOOOO!" when you are sitting in an urgent meeting where you think they are going to tell you about heightened security precautions and find out that - nope - it's just more holidays!
The three day weekends give me just enough time to get out of school mode to really think. And what always comes into my mind is "How in the world did I end up here?" It is CRAZY to think about all the events in the past leading up to these months and this cross-cultural experience. There have been lots of reminders lately about my past, and I am baffled when I reflect on the different ways life could have turned out but it didn't. No, instead I am here, and God put me here in Honduras for this season of my life. For what? To change the world? I don't want anyone to think I'm down here changing Honduras for the better. It's not that. I'm just living my life, and yes, I am impacting 22 little lives. 22 lives. Or maybe only 2. But that's enough of a mission for me. And the truth is that when we go somewhere to "change the world" or "bring God to the world" we are the ones who are changed, and God is the One coming and going where He pleases.
I am being changed. All I know right now is that there are weights I've been carrying for a long time that I feel God lifting off my shoulders. There is a new joy flowing into my heart, and it took being transplanted to the mountains of another country for this healing to take place. I heard a song today that I used to LOVE in junior high and high school. It's one of the theme songs for my life, and today it hit me like a fresh wave. God says, "I dare you to move." And when we move, redemption is waiting.
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