Hello All,
Well, after a terribly long flight delay, a shift of plans, and literally running so as not to miss our flight to Mexico, we are here! I was so blessed by God's provisions in the little details of the trip. On the flight, I came across this quotation:
"The traveler sees what he sees; the tourist sees what he came to see." -- G. K. Chesterton
I like that because it addresses what attitude I want to take in any of my travels--that of a quiet observer, absorbing the life around me, rather than insisting that the world around me cater to my whims.
Anyway, the best way I can describe my sentiments of being here is this: When I stepped outside of the airport and was hit with the smell of diesel fumes and the chattering of Spanish, I was home. Mexico is different than Honduras undoubtedly, but there is just something about Latin America that is home. Mexico City has an all-consuming size. It's overwhelming, but we are now settled in Cuernavaca.
Our host mother is named Coco, and she is delightful. Her house is simply amazing, and already I feel quite spoiled. We don't have classes today, so we are spending our time getting acquainted with Coco, her three dogs, and the neighborhood.
I am so excited to be here, and I still can't get over just how blessed I am that God paved the way. I started reading a book containing Mother Theresa's journals, and I was struck by what her mother said to her whenever she left her home to be a nun:
"Put your hand in His [Jesus'] and walk alone with Him. Walk ahead, because if you look back you'll go back."
I gladly take those words to heart, knowing that what stretches before me in the will of God--however far out of my comfort zone--is infinitely better that the past I'm tempted to cling to.
With love,
Sarah
So glad you made it safely. As you are being stretched, so am I. God continues to show Himself faithful and your passion and unchanging faith amaze me! Mom
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