I am sitting in Guatemala staring out the window of an Internet cafe in Quiche. The people here are small,darker, and cover the bright colored streets. Everything smells like corn chips and rain. I don’t know what day it is, what time it is, but I have never felt so present. Some of my dreams as a kid… I am staring at people and streets I have seen before. The language barrier somehow isn’t really a big deal, I have been able to have full conversations with people just by body language. I strangely feel at home here. I have been learning Spanish a lot faster than I thought I would pick up on it.
God has been speaking to me non stop and sometimes I can’t process the amount of things he is teaching me. I have been having vivid ministry dreams every time I sleep… Often, I see them prepare me for my next day, but I still often doubt them before I realize they are important. The ministry I am doing here is working with a hospital and the ministries associated. Today my team painted a fire station and sided a building with harnesses and paint rollers. We ended up having to leave quickly and early because of local news and some issues with politics. It’s nice working with my hands again after so many weeks of training. I am home… At least that feeling is with me. Sorry my blog is short… I’ll write more once I know the people The Lord wants me to teach.
