A clean house

My computer has been running really slowly so I tried to clean it yesterday by running a program that came built in.  Unfortunately it cleaned my internet access right off the computer.  Don't ask me how - I don't know about these things.

I managed to produce my first power point presentation, completely by accident.  I thought I was making a word presentation.  Once again - I don't know about these things.

I took the presentation to Pastor Paysen. proud of my work and feeling accomplished.  It was all wrong.  So, I came home and... you guessed it!  Cleaned my house.  Washed every washable material including curtains and bedding.  Scrubbed the patio.  Washed the outside walls, windows and frames.

I should be a professional procrastinator.  I am really good at it.  I just can't stand to look at that darn paper again.  Hours and hours of work for nothing.  UGH!

Somehow in all of that cleaning I did something to my ring finger.  It is no longer bending or straightening all of the way and it hurts.  Apparently I was so focused on cleaning I didn't even notice whatever I did to the finger.

I feel like every single second is packed full between now and the time I leave for the US.  Next week we have a team visiting.  They are teaching dance classes in Los Pinos.  The older kids will have class every day in the morning, and the younger kids in the afternoon.  So, I will be in Los Pinos all day, every day, next week.  Plus I will be giving rides to everyone involved, which means I can't just zip over.

I am worried because it is still the rainy season.  I pray it does not rain next week.  It will be a sticky situation because we can't throw the kids out in the rain, but at the same time, if we have a hard storm we really can't stay either.  We have 20 minutes to get out of Los Pinos or we will be stuck there.  We need to have a plan about what to do if it rains.  I have a feeling that the other adults riding with me are not going to share my concern.

Yesterday through Honduran Fellowship, an organization for missionaries in Honduras, I met with a woman who is the head of "missionary care".  She helped with my ministry plan and discussed some of the common difficulties of being a missionary in Honduras.  Turns out, almost everyone has experienced the same things I do.

She helped me identify my feelings more specifically because she has seen them in the others she serves.  It was like a purging experience.  I got to figure out what I want to work on, what things I am able to change, and what things I have no control over.  Then we went through a process of letting go of those things.  I left feeling good.  It was time well spent.  I'm grateful for Honduran Fellowship and for all of the ways they take care of us missionaries!  Now if they could only do something about the rain in Los Pinos.