Not me, but you

I was asked to share a message at church on Sunday. Anything that God put on my heart. Last week I spent a lot of time in prayer and reading the bible, but nothing jumped out at me. Finally I had to prepare a message on my own. I had to say something. But I knew they were my words, nothing more.

At the last minute, an hour before I left for church on Sunday, I knew exactly what I was supposed to share. I was surprisingly calm, even though I only had a few minutes to prepare. When a message comes from the Holy Spirit, it is so much easier to prepare.

When it came time to walk up to the altar and speak, I was excited. There was no sense of nervousness at all. It's fun to share a message when it's not your own!

Veronica's going away

This morning Ana called before she went to cook at the Breakfast Program. She has never called me in the morning before. I thought she needed help with an errand she mentioned before. But Ana was actually calling to tell me about the words that Karla shared at Clara's burial. She was very moved by them.

As Ana told me what Karla said, I realized Karla's words were exactly the same words God gave me to share with Karla during the calling hours at the church. Ana never heard me speak those words to Karla, so she didn't know that God used me to comfort Karla with those same worlds earlier that day.

Then Ana told me she was so deeply touched that she broke down crying. Isa comforted her mother, telling Ana not to cry because Clara is with God now and God will take good care of Ana and the girls. Isa comes up with some incredible things for a three year old.

I was supposed to get my car back today. It now has new brakes, an oil change, a new rear windshield wiper, and reverse light. While they were balancing and aligning the tires, they noticed that something, a bar that goes to the stabilizer or something, was bad. My mechanic called and said me he had bad news. It's an expensive part. He thought it would be about $200. He said he thought the car can go a few more miles if I can't pay for it right now, but I shouldn't drive with anyone in the car or on bumpy roads. If you've ever driven in Honduras you know that even paved roads are bumpy.

My mechanic started searching for the part. One place didn't have it. The place he was really counting on could order it, but only from the US and it would cost $400. He said he almost had a heart attack when he heard the price. He didn't buy it. We've had to wait a little to find good prices on car parts in the past. This will be another one of those times. In the meantime I have to drive as little as possible.

Tonight was a going away party at the church for a sweet girl who has been visiting from Germany. I got home at 8 p.m. and Fany was already asleep. I could hear the water from the city coming in under the streets, so I grabbed the hose and started watering the grass. It's only rained once in months and months. Everything is dry and dusty.

Tomorrow I am having spots removed from my face so they don't turn into cancer. Not looking forward to it.

Here are some photos from Veronica's going away party at the church:

Blessing the leaders of our new small groups

The ladies

Veronica and her new bible
She accepted Christ two weeks ago

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