November Update Letter That Got Lost in the Void

The Goodness of the Lord

My last email was somewhat of a discouraged, disorganized mess.  And it pretty accurately reflected the state of my heart at the time.  I was burnt out and struggling even to be coherent.  What a difference a few short weeks can witness!  For the past month or so, I have been focusing on the goodness of the Lord and the gifts that He gives us.  What started out as a training for our team to curb complaining has become a tremendous gift to me as I have realized how much I tend to complain, and have been afforded the opportunity to bless our good God, instead! 

What I didn't share....

Every time I have been faced with something that seems way too big to handle, and I have had no clue as to how I should proceed, I can always look back on how God has provided exactly what I have needed at exactly the right time.  He has faithfully provided host families for our team, He saw to it that we were all safely together (and with older, wiser Christian leaders) during the earthquake, He has provided each and every specific answer to every single difficulty I have faced this year.  While it can feel natural to fall into complaining that I have faced trials, I would be sorely remiss to ignore the God who has faithfully carried me through each of them! 

Give Thanks!

I would love to know how I can join you in thanking the Lord!  If you are up for it, please share with me an area where you find it hard to be thankful.  I will be happy to pray for you about that.

I am so thankful for all of you!  It was a huge encouragement to receive your emails and other messages, especially when I was feeling so discouraged at the beginning of this school year. 

The City Dances

Mexico City dances all the time. 

Almost every bus driver has dance music playing in his vehicle, weaving in and out of traffic with thrilling -- and, at times, chilling -- precision. 

Even crossing the road here is a kind of dance.  There are never any true pedestrian crossings, so when a large enough group of people assembles on the side of the street, they take their turn to cross while the drivers obediently wait for them.  No lights or guards are needed to direct the people.  There is a collective unspoken sense of timing.

Daily I experience the serendipity (or sometimes confusion) of unforeseen changes in rhythm.  They all add to the beauty of the daily push, pull, and turns of life here.

Conversations have a rhythm and a flow.  They are a combination of set traditions combined with witty twists, which often culminate in uninhibited laughter.  This pattern of riffing on a theme creates both structure and freshness in every interaction. 

Twist. Turn. Sun. Rain. Laughter. Tears. Repeat. 

This cycle is an stirring song.

These steps are a beautiful dance.