Once Upon A Time in Mexico

This week was, well, not at all what I expected. This was my fourth time to head down there. I didn't go to any new places, except for a taco stand a few nights. I didn't go to work for a new church, I served alongside a pastor named Chewy whom I'd worked with last year. Last year I picked up trash, this year I picked up trash on the same playground. Last year I played with kids along with my broken Spanish. Ditto on that this year. But here's the thing, I thought God and I were close when I came, but He just romanced the everlivin' tar outta me this week and it was AWESOME.

He and I are close. I mean, we talk every day. I think about Him, I talk to and with Him. He brings sunshine into my life. And He walks beside me even when I decide to take a different route than what He has in mind for me. Well, this week, while clearly hard to describe, had a drastic effect on me. You might not be able to see it, but it's there. God showed me a lot of grace. Through the strained friendships in my life, or the brand new ones, evidence of His grace was just everywhere I looked this week. It was wonderful. By Him showing me grace, He was teaching me how to be gracious to those around me as well. It was a lesson my heart needed to learn and while parts of it were not easy, I wouldn't trade one thing about anything that happened.

I'll be telling stories for the next few posts about Mexico. Mostly because I like to chatter in the written word. I'm not so much a big talker unless its one-on-one, but I've got no problem chattering away on this thing. Especially about this week, cuz boy o boy, it was good times. In the meantime, I'm exhausted and going to sleep for about twelve hours. That's my goal anyway...