Saturday July 17, and then some:
First of all, I guess I was the last to know that you could GO to Costa Rica and NOT see a beach. Up until 20 minutes before I got to DFW
I thought I was ‘giving of myself’ at, on or near sand and water.
If I sit very still I can feel a little briar patch creeping up around my we-are-the-world heart.
I am currently sitting in DFW waiting for my flight.
International travel being what it is, I have DAYS to poke around the shops. The bookstores are always my favorite. I found a book called, ‘How to Change Someone You Love’.
I called my boyfriend immediately. I knew he would be just as excited as me. I told him he could read it when I’m done.
Next, I spy with my little eye, a ‘Green’ bible. Really?
Then I wandered to Ben and Jerry’s. I found the perfect flavor, asked for a single/small cone. I was told that their small cones come with 2 scoops. GREAT! How cool!! That’s so customer servicy, so Ying & Yang, which is just so Ben & Jerry! So I picked my #2 flavor and slid over to the cash register. I noticed the cash register had a message on its read out screen. W
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accustomed to the innocuous ‘Have a Nice Day’, but Mr.’s Ben and Jerry take every opportunity to make a statement. This message read, ‘Have a Euphoric Day’.
Totally loving that… then I was charged for my small cone. $5.27. I asked if was laced with opium, which would then explain the euphoria…
Btw:My house is 80% boxed up for the move my kids and I are making across town 4 days after I arrive back home. That means that even though I’ve been packing in a way that would assure that I’m lacking NOTHING for the mission trip, I still had to open 7 sealed boxes.
It is HOURS LATER… plane was delayed by 3 hours. Mechanical trouble. New plane. Herd 60+ kids to oppositeside of airport. Take tram. Tram broke. Had to get off. New tram: Twilight Zone experience. Found plane and sat down on it (seat, not wing).
We landed in San Juan, Costa Rica and are now sitting on the floor with our passports in hand. It’s midnight. Computers went down. We have a 2 hour bus ride ahead of us. And the truth is, we could be in this airport for several hours. On this floor.
Oh My Goodness.
It is now morning.
We arrived at Hotel Bambu @ 3am.
My room is gorgeous. Very simple/utilitarian.
What is this wood on the floor??? And it’s EVERYWHERE! Even the outdoor walkways are wood. The view from my balcony is ridiculously stunning. I can hear critters… and if I listen very carefully, a driving bass line – who brought a boombox???
The air is very thick.
B’fast @ 8:
The coffee at breakfast was the smoothest slick slippery brew I’ve ever tasted in my life. I ate my weight in mango – it was perfect mango.
Every morning at b’fast akid will be giving their faith testimony. That’s pretty sweet – sometimes the choir needs to be sung to!
I think what the kid said this morning is pretty right on thinking for most kids that have spent some years in church and the grown ups they grow up to be.
His struggle is with maintaining a spiritual high. He is hoping to be set on fire during this trip – something sustainable.
As much as we all would like that, we know – those of us who are a little further on the journey – it doesn’t happen. Euphoria is not sustainable.
Instead the journey with God is littered with twists, turns, battles and sometimes even terminal wrecks of faith.
If you make it even further in the journey, you realize the highly coveted ‘euphoria’ you’re sporting has more to do with what you have personally come to know: skin graphs can cov
er the deepest woundings: than the celebration of having maintained dignity thru a bone crushing experience good Christians like to call ‘seasons’.
But that’s just me.
Dpt for church @ 9:
I’m told the entire service is in Spanish. RIGHT ON! Have to leave it to my Spirit.
Cuan Grande es Dios,
Kate
PS: ok. explain THIS!!
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