Hey everyone!
I hope that you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving! I enjoyed mine, though I didn't do anything huge. I went out to dinner with my friend and her husband and got ice cream afterward. :)
I am writing from my new apartment, it is quiet, too quiet. I miss the kids calling through my window, banging on my door, shouting my name whenever they see me. I miss knowing which kids are obeying, which ones aren't. I miss hearing everything that is going on.
It is a little strange, I hadn't realized how much I actually interacted them when I was "off the clock" (if you will.) God is good and has His plan though. If moving ten minutes away has put me in such a mood of heartache, then it is probably a good thing that I'll have three months to get used to it before I move a continent away. I really do like my apartment, the luxury of having a kitchen and a bathroom all to myself is quite something.
Whilst unpacking and arranging all of my things yesterday, I listened to Christmas music. I also have my Bolivian nativity scene set up on my dresser. It is not the same as being home, my mom sent me pictures of our house, the Christmas lights were on, lighting up the garland, the stockings hung in their place. The house was dark except for the Christmas lights. It made me ache a little bit inside. One of my favorite things to do in the month of December is creeping out of my room when everyone else is in bed, and sitting on the couch in the quiet, surrounded by the multitude of white lights, and look at the shadowy snow outside. The pictures gave me the longing to do the same, to feel the tranquility of a still winter night, knowing that I am surrounded by my family. In a way, it is similar to how I felt living at the baby house, though the moments of complete silence were few and far between!
I know though, that God has brought me here for this time. I'll still be able to spend Christmas day with the kids, even though I won't be living with them. The Christ whose birth we especially call to mind and celebrate on December 25, is every bit as much the Savior of the world here in Bolivia, without snow, as He is in the United States, or any other part of the world. (That being said, "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas" shall still be playing in my head until Christmas passes!)
Psalm 61:1-5
I hope that you all had a wonderful Thanksgiving! I enjoyed mine, though I didn't do anything huge. I went out to dinner with my friend and her husband and got ice cream afterward. :)
I am writing from my new apartment, it is quiet, too quiet. I miss the kids calling through my window, banging on my door, shouting my name whenever they see me. I miss knowing which kids are obeying, which ones aren't. I miss hearing everything that is going on.
It is a little strange, I hadn't realized how much I actually interacted them when I was "off the clock" (if you will.) God is good and has His plan though. If moving ten minutes away has put me in such a mood of heartache, then it is probably a good thing that I'll have three months to get used to it before I move a continent away. I really do like my apartment, the luxury of having a kitchen and a bathroom all to myself is quite something.
Whilst unpacking and arranging all of my things yesterday, I listened to Christmas music. I also have my Bolivian nativity scene set up on my dresser. It is not the same as being home, my mom sent me pictures of our house, the Christmas lights were on, lighting up the garland, the stockings hung in their place. The house was dark except for the Christmas lights. It made me ache a little bit inside. One of my favorite things to do in the month of December is creeping out of my room when everyone else is in bed, and sitting on the couch in the quiet, surrounded by the multitude of white lights, and look at the shadowy snow outside. The pictures gave me the longing to do the same, to feel the tranquility of a still winter night, knowing that I am surrounded by my family. In a way, it is similar to how I felt living at the baby house, though the moments of complete silence were few and far between!
I know though, that God has brought me here for this time. I'll still be able to spend Christmas day with the kids, even though I won't be living with them. The Christ whose birth we especially call to mind and celebrate on December 25, is every bit as much the Savior of the world here in Bolivia, without snow, as He is in the United States, or any other part of the world. (That being said, "I'm Dreaming of a White Christmas" shall still be playing in my head until Christmas passes!)
Psalm 61:1-5
"Hear my cry, O God, listen to my prayer; from the ends of the earth I call to you when my heart is faint. Lead me to the rock that is higher than I, for you have been my refuge, a strong tower against the enemy. Let me dwell in your tent forever! Let me take refuge under the shelter of your wings! For you, O God, have heard my vows; you have given me the heritage of those who fear your name."
Psalm 62:5-7
"For God alone, O my soul, wait in silence, for my hope is from Him. He alone is my rock and my salvation, my fortress; I shall not be shaken. On God rests my salvation and my glory; my mighty rock, my refuge is God."
Have a wonderful week!
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