So little time.

To write that is. I always find myself in the same predicament, and oh how I wish my fingertips simply poured forth my thoughts as fast as possible. I am so impressed with authors now, mainly for their patience and ability to write when I would rather tell someone!

Bluegrass concert -- what a blast!! This band was kickin'. They were sponsored by Jazz at Lincoln Center, and all of the members went to Bowling Green together. Erin, my pregnant, art-teaching friend, was having a ball dancing on the floor with kids. The work teamers and I joined in, along with other kids. How can one possibly listen to fast-pickin' bluegrass sitting still?? Or sitting at all?? I can't.

Mosaic work team -- arrival=a success. I'm getting ready to go watch a soccer game of them and the Doulos kids playing together. This group's got a different mix than last time: about half and half men and women, including a family of five in that. Soccer talents run strong. God is really blessing me with feeling like I've finally got "it" down for my last work team, whatever "it" is!

Teaching English -- Today, I felt in command. I felt a calm peace, without anxiety. Can we say "Holy Spirit?" Thank you, Jesus. Father, you are good. I love those kids so much; they are hilarious and so unique in their own ways. I say mad props to you teachers in the world. Job well done. It is not quite my calling, but you are a gem to us as people, for all that you do and all that you give of yourself.

Cafe farm -- The trip to Manabao yesterday was exhausting and exhilerating; oh how I love being in God's creation. The view was breathtaking, the breeze was flowing, and the clouds were giving us perfect shade. We ate some raw beans and climbed the newly-built trail to the top. Then, we heard the thunder. Light showers came just as we reached the bottom: all in His perfect timing. (Praise Him, Praise Him.)


Nighttime journeys -- We had a fun time last night walking late in both directions (at different times of course) from the villas in search of Snickers. The quest was long, as most stores were closed. The collective "we" here is referring to me, Brock, Ben, Zach, and Jack, mostly the younger guys of the group. We stopped at a bar asking for candy, seeing other candies atop the bar, but then I wasn't sure if the guy working there was trying to find me a Snickers or "hook me up" with something I didn't want...a.k.a. some kind of drug. After changing our minds to his offer, we wandered further down the street and found the treasure. Snickers galore, and for cheap! That was a fun trip, and it was also my first memorable experience out at night in town. That may sound pathetic, but when you're an American blondie without perfect Spanish, you don't travel downtown at night [often] and never alone.

Short and sweet is not always the way I like it, but when you have little time and lots of thoughts, it's the way to go. Blessings to you! May God shine light on your dark places, and may you find comfort and joy in His goodness.