holiday

Christmastime has come and gone. I still turned the lights on to enjoy our tree on this quiet night. Seriously quiet if you compare it to some of the noises I'm used to back in Honduras. Yep, I'm home. Well, in the States anyway. Today my dad caught me referring to Honduras as home, so I guess I'm a bit confused about the definition of the word right now. In any case, I'm with my family and that's such a blessing.

I didn't know what I would feel coming back after all I've experienced in the past 4 months. I've noticed a few things:
1. I will never be able to completely separate myself from my job. It's who I am now. I am a teacher and that has permeated some deep part of me. My students are on my mind often.
2. The US has really, really good plumbing.
3. I have no idea where my life is going. Okay, I know I don't need to figure this out now. I just think about it sometimes, and people ask me about it sometimes. Being the youngest child, I have watched my brother and sister "assimilate" into the stages of marriage and parenting. I'm currently veering in a different direction, which is also good, even adventurous and thrilling, but very unmarked. And recently I added living in another country into the mix, which is giving me more to think about and eventually I just end up in a brain tornado.  I know that where I am now is where God wants me to be. I just don't know much else, and that's a little scary. My dad left me a very sweet voicemail about half a year ago that I happened to listen to again last week, and in it he said, "Don't worry about the future, okay? Just let it happen." It's good advice. From a loving father. Here's more good advice. From a loving Father. "BE STILL and know that I am God."

That's the goal: Let go and let God. And remember I have so, so much to be thankful for. He has been good.

Merry Christmas & Happy New Year