I've been having instances of disbelief.
Laundry in the lake.
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Yesterday during Miss Hailey Crump's birthday dinner of fried chicken, guacamole, potato salad, and broiled vegetables (cooked by the incredibly talented Pastor Cata, who literally has not repeated a single recipe since we've arrived at her house) was one such instance. I had finished eating the aforementioned food and was rounding out dinner with a tortilla that I had drizzled maple syrup on (World Race food habits…), when a bunch of syrup spilled onto the table. Immediately, Robby handed me a new tortilla and told me I better not waste food. As I alternated between wiping the table with tortilla pieces and eating them, I thought, "Is this really my life?"
Hailey's birthday dinner.
What does it mean to spend 11 months solely pursuing Jesus?
Me and Ana, one of the neighborhood kids.
Showering every 4 days, climbing treacherous hills lined with barbed wire to evangelize, praying for people hours before they die, having bugs constantly fall in my hair (down my shirt, into my food, on my toothbrush, etc.), naming other people's babies, discovering strange rashes (I understand this could be connected to the infrequent showering. Maybe.), visions and prophecies and desires to go to heaven . . . this is life. And it's a sweet one, spent with a sweet Man, a sweet God. I can't believe this is real.
Rainy season in San Pedro. Note that baking tins make poor umbrellas.
