I had just been listening to a sermon about those tough questions where we say "if only Jesus you would have..." I started to get a little snotty about a house. Then I decided to pray. We long for actually hearing God when we pray...but sometimes you need to be ready for what you are being told...and you might not like it.
I thought about how I was asking for his direction, but maybe I was getting it and was just not liking what I was getting. I thought about how I think sometimes of people that could help us, instead of just totally depending on Him...be that through those people to help us, or not.
Hmmmm, so that was convicting.
Yesterday was hard to coordinate. Trying to get phone calls through to Oscar, Valerie, and others, organize pictures from the last several groups (always a long process, but very interesting to see all those pictures, different points of view, etc. I am including a few here for your enjoyment and possible edification) which I have yet to complete, and then finally taking a night for Valerie and I to spend some quality time together. It might not seem like it to most, but watching the Survivor finale was good fun.
Pictures are (in order):
1. orderly kids at the milk project
2. One of the beautiful views from Zamorano
3. Esther, Pastor Jorge's daughter during one of the construction days.
1 comment:
Esther looks JUST like Jorge! love that great big smile.
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