After a period of about 1 1/2 weeks it's raining again tonight. The end of summer/beginning of fall climate in GDL is fresh at night and mornings and then warms up nicely during the day. But when it doesn't rain it doesn't get as fresh and then days get warmer as a result.
I should be studying or sleeping right now, but I wanted to tell a story that has had me smiling all day today. There is an apartment directly across the street from me that is the home of two guys of the Latin program. All three of us leave at the same time for the hospital every morning. A car had already left from their apartment this morning so I thought they were gone, but as I backed out to take off the second guy stumbles out of their front door eyes only half-opened, still in his pajamas with a rolled up bundle of whites in his arms. It was a very comical sight to see.
I hear someone practicing the piano from there apartment everyday. So far whoever it is really likes playing The Entertainer and Let it Be. Somedays I can just enjoy it; other days it feels more like torture that there's a piano close and I can't play it. If there's ever an opportunity present at the same time I have the guts to approach them I'm so asking if I can play!
One of my classmates is taking the step this Wednesday. She had her consulta time today and was expressing her desire to not have to go before her step. Since I was scheduled for Thursday (the only day left she could possibly go) I switched with her. I would have just stayed at the hospital all day waiting, but as I wasn't prepared for that today I went home after class. While doing some studying before returning I heard more than a few horns bellowing from a distance, and based on that left giving myself twice the time usually needed to get to the hospital, and sure enough...I needed it. I am so thankful for those times when God connects the loose circuits in my brain. The doctora that I was with this afternoon is really good. She's tough. makes me want to run home and start memorizing drug dosages.
On the other hand, one of the doctoras that I am with for two hours everyday gave me a look today. This wasn't just any look. It was a high-falooty look that screamed in unbelieving tones "Are you really this stupid?!" Oooooooo, she burns my biscuits! See why I need a piano! I've got feelings! emotions! They're pent up! They need to be let out! ....and that's why I was crowned drama queen. No just kidding...I just talk at this blog instead. Not as safe psychological-wise, but it works. :)
Hasta!
Tuesday, August 31, 2010
Sunday, August 29, 2010
Yo estoy en la iglesia de Gridley.
I'm back in Gridley this Sunday. As much as I am so thankful for the fellowship of being in Ixtlan there is an element of understanding that's missing as opposed to hearing God's Word shared in one's own language.
Being in GDL this weekend I invited friends over for Dutch Blitz last night! It made for a very productive Saturday for me. I couldn't really allow myself to be too lazy so in the end I got all of my busy work for the weekend done yesterday. I just need to study today, Yeehaw! I was even able to pick up and clean my apartment with about 20 minutes to spare before friends came! Needless to say I was tired before the party even started....but then, that's were caffiene comes into play!
Every Wednesday a new batch of USMLE scores are released. Everyone's buzzing with excitement on that day. So thrilled to be able to rejoice with those that passed and so thankful to see new smiles added to the list of PASS! Truthfully I am able to better enjoy my own passing each Wednesday as more of my friends have also passed. This past Wednesday another 8 were added from my original class! What a victory as a number like that boosts the self-esteem of everyone! I look forward to each Wednesday.
The other day one of my classmates had bought a muffin and was passing it around the table. If you wanted some you just took your finger and dug out a chunck. In the end the bottom-half of the muffin was all that was left and sat alone in the middle of the table at which another classmate mourned, "awwww, sad muffin bottom." que bursts of laughter... What really struck me about that phrase is that it sounds like an amazing albumn title to me. I didn't really get any affirmation on that idea from my classmates so I'm guessing I'm alone in the opinion, but to me it sounds like something a group like Relient K would title their next albumn, 'Sad Muffin Bottom'.
I had another story to tell but at the time of the story all I wrote down was '9 years'. Apparently at the time I thought that would be enough to remind me of the event.....but sadly it has not. so all I can say is that something about 9 years was rather intriguing to me this past week.
Hasta!
P.S. yes K! basketball anytime :)
Being in GDL this weekend I invited friends over for Dutch Blitz last night! It made for a very productive Saturday for me. I couldn't really allow myself to be too lazy so in the end I got all of my busy work for the weekend done yesterday. I just need to study today, Yeehaw! I was even able to pick up and clean my apartment with about 20 minutes to spare before friends came! Needless to say I was tired before the party even started....but then, that's were caffiene comes into play!
Every Wednesday a new batch of USMLE scores are released. Everyone's buzzing with excitement on that day. So thrilled to be able to rejoice with those that passed and so thankful to see new smiles added to the list of PASS! Truthfully I am able to better enjoy my own passing each Wednesday as more of my friends have also passed. This past Wednesday another 8 were added from my original class! What a victory as a number like that boosts the self-esteem of everyone! I look forward to each Wednesday.
The other day one of my classmates had bought a muffin and was passing it around the table. If you wanted some you just took your finger and dug out a chunck. In the end the bottom-half of the muffin was all that was left and sat alone in the middle of the table at which another classmate mourned, "awwww, sad muffin bottom." que bursts of laughter... What really struck me about that phrase is that it sounds like an amazing albumn title to me. I didn't really get any affirmation on that idea from my classmates so I'm guessing I'm alone in the opinion, but to me it sounds like something a group like Relient K would title their next albumn, 'Sad Muffin Bottom'.
I had another story to tell but at the time of the story all I wrote down was '9 years'. Apparently at the time I thought that would be enough to remind me of the event.....but sadly it has not. so all I can say is that something about 9 years was rather intriguing to me this past week.
Hasta!
P.S. yes K! basketball anytime :)
Monday, August 23, 2010
Yo estoy cansada.
I went to Ixtlan this past weekend and invited a friend, Veronica, to join me. I always am excited to be able to share this most special part of my life with those here in GDL with me in a way that's more than a mere Bible study. The prospect of playing volleyball and Dutch Blitz is a positive attractant for them to come also ;)
Upon getting back to GDL yesterday I had my work cut out for me and was weary from the start at what I knew was to be another all-nighter. I first had to meet with a group as today we were to present a clinical case that all weekend via email we had gone back and forth over prospective differentials without being able to nail down a definitive diagnosis. With out a doubt our most difficult case yet. Presenting it today has not been easy at all, after 2 hours we've only just started in on our labratorios y gabinete (I don't know how that translates). My group is pretty amazing though. We must admit it's scary going into something you know you're going to get ripped apart on, but in the end everyone's still able to smile and say "oh well, we're learning". ok, ok, ok, so there might be a few things mumbled under the breath. Anyways, after the group meeting I still had two projects needing done. To my amazement, two friends volunteered to help me complete them. It was small what they were able to do, but because of their selflessness I was able to finish both with time to spare. a.k.a. there was time left over to sleep :)
This is what I'm discovering about my commute to the hospital. If I leave on time traffic is slower as everyone knows that they have time. As I'm not a fan of slower traffic say I leave a minute or two earlier, there's much less traffic and the commute actually takes almost a whole 5 minutes less. But then if I leave within 5 minutes late there's much more traffic, but now it's quick as if everyone's left 5 minutes late and knows they've got to hurry and the commute is quicker once again. This morning I experienced the 5 minutes late scenerio. It's still night out, and everything is silent. It starts out with just me going down the street, after a few turns and a glorieta I'm on a four lane road and then there's a handful of cars zooming down aquaducto (which is one of my favorite roads in GDL as there's portions like a rollar coaster). Then another glorieta and aquaducto merges with another road it's 6 lanes wide, then 8 lanes wide. The whole time the handful continues to grow till it feels like I'm part of a pack, and a pack because it's not like we're racing each other but rather as if we're all running together to get to our destination. As we change roads again and get closer to the hospital our pack continues to grow, but this doesn't slow us down as we all share a common origin...we left 5 minutes late.
I was sent a survery via email to gather some feedback on how I felt UAG prepared me for the step. I was filling it out trying to make productive answers, till I got to question #9. "How do you feel about failing the USMLE step 1?" I just about choked and had to read it again. Then immediately went to the ecfmg website and rechecked my official notice to reassure myself I had indeed passed. I have to say it was with a little bit of a harrumph! that I put "I didn't fail." as my answer to that question. Leave it to UAG to get the survey wrong. oh brother!
The correct answers for Friday's exam were posted today. After realizing that I got the first 5 questions wrong I lost the nerve to continue checking, so I don't know exactly how bad I did. We were all required to attend a session where the questions were all gone over with us, and what I realized then was that I got a lot wrong because I gave up on the question. Instead of allowing myself time to think the case through I went the easy way out blaming the fact that there was a word or two that I didn't understand, and therefore had tricked myself into believing that I probably couldn't get it due to not understanding the few words.
Hasta!
Upon getting back to GDL yesterday I had my work cut out for me and was weary from the start at what I knew was to be another all-nighter. I first had to meet with a group as today we were to present a clinical case that all weekend via email we had gone back and forth over prospective differentials without being able to nail down a definitive diagnosis. With out a doubt our most difficult case yet. Presenting it today has not been easy at all, after 2 hours we've only just started in on our labratorios y gabinete (I don't know how that translates). My group is pretty amazing though. We must admit it's scary going into something you know you're going to get ripped apart on, but in the end everyone's still able to smile and say "oh well, we're learning". ok, ok, ok, so there might be a few things mumbled under the breath. Anyways, after the group meeting I still had two projects needing done. To my amazement, two friends volunteered to help me complete them. It was small what they were able to do, but because of their selflessness I was able to finish both with time to spare. a.k.a. there was time left over to sleep :)
This is what I'm discovering about my commute to the hospital. If I leave on time traffic is slower as everyone knows that they have time. As I'm not a fan of slower traffic say I leave a minute or two earlier, there's much less traffic and the commute actually takes almost a whole 5 minutes less. But then if I leave within 5 minutes late there's much more traffic, but now it's quick as if everyone's left 5 minutes late and knows they've got to hurry and the commute is quicker once again. This morning I experienced the 5 minutes late scenerio. It's still night out, and everything is silent. It starts out with just me going down the street, after a few turns and a glorieta I'm on a four lane road and then there's a handful of cars zooming down aquaducto (which is one of my favorite roads in GDL as there's portions like a rollar coaster). Then another glorieta and aquaducto merges with another road it's 6 lanes wide, then 8 lanes wide. The whole time the handful continues to grow till it feels like I'm part of a pack, and a pack because it's not like we're racing each other but rather as if we're all running together to get to our destination. As we change roads again and get closer to the hospital our pack continues to grow, but this doesn't slow us down as we all share a common origin...we left 5 minutes late.
I was sent a survery via email to gather some feedback on how I felt UAG prepared me for the step. I was filling it out trying to make productive answers, till I got to question #9. "How do you feel about failing the USMLE step 1?" I just about choked and had to read it again. Then immediately went to the ecfmg website and rechecked my official notice to reassure myself I had indeed passed. I have to say it was with a little bit of a harrumph! that I put "I didn't fail." as my answer to that question. Leave it to UAG to get the survey wrong. oh brother!
The correct answers for Friday's exam were posted today. After realizing that I got the first 5 questions wrong I lost the nerve to continue checking, so I don't know exactly how bad I did. We were all required to attend a session where the questions were all gone over with us, and what I realized then was that I got a lot wrong because I gave up on the question. Instead of allowing myself time to think the case through I went the easy way out blaming the fact that there was a word or two that I didn't understand, and therefore had tricked myself into believing that I probably couldn't get it due to not understanding the few words.
Hasta!
Wednesday, August 18, 2010
Yo soy para siempre la sirviente del Señor más alto.
This week is much less frustrating than the last. I've gotten the hang of the hospital campus, taking wrong turns much less frequently now. All last week I felt like I was walking around with a huge sign that said "5to semestre!" (5th semester) I know I'll still have that sign for a while yet, but at least it's not billboard size anymore.
It's not new, but rather feels like I'm back in undergrad, or even high school again running around the campus all morning. I even had to write out a schedule for the first full day with where I needed to be and when. Today one of my doctoras talked with me a bit after our session to rip apart a SOAP that I had done. I thanked her and then booked it across the campus to make it to the next room I needed to be at even tripping over the door frame for good measure upon entering. This doctora who is never on time actually was this particular hour, and me being a minute late was counted absent. So I had the joy of sitting through an entire hour trying to learn knowing full well that I might as well of been elsewhere doing nothing. I wasn't the only one and we explained to the doctora after what had happened. She said she would talk to the doctora we had come from. Ha Ha! Why do I not believe that? (rhetorical question)
My notebook is coming out in Spanglish. In general whichever is the fastest way of getting a point down is what is chosen whether it's combining the two or switching between the two, etc. While I'm at the hospital campus the majority comes out in Spanish cause that's how it's coming in my ears, but then at home after when I add my own notes they are added in English as my books are in English. It was highly suggested that I read my texts in Spanish as our tests will be in Spanish and whatnot, but I'm opting to keep to the English and actually understand what I'm reading. hopefully I'll be able to decipher the tests then, and at least then my guesses will be educated ones not just eni-meni-mini-mo.
I'm excited to be starting Bible study again this week. Every semester Satan makes it so that I dread nervously the sending out of the email invite to everyone. But as always the grace of God prevails and the send button gets pushed. I know the vast majority of its recipients will push delete before even reading it, but at least they will know that Jesus is still waiting.
I've finally been able to get out and get some exercise this week. A friend bought a basketball so we've gone to the courts at ICB campus (my old campus) and play some one-on-one. honestly, half of our work-out stems from us laughing at ourselves till we're doubled over.
Hasta!
It's not new, but rather feels like I'm back in undergrad, or even high school again running around the campus all morning. I even had to write out a schedule for the first full day with where I needed to be and when. Today one of my doctoras talked with me a bit after our session to rip apart a SOAP that I had done. I thanked her and then booked it across the campus to make it to the next room I needed to be at even tripping over the door frame for good measure upon entering. This doctora who is never on time actually was this particular hour, and me being a minute late was counted absent. So I had the joy of sitting through an entire hour trying to learn knowing full well that I might as well of been elsewhere doing nothing. I wasn't the only one and we explained to the doctora after what had happened. She said she would talk to the doctora we had come from. Ha Ha! Why do I not believe that? (rhetorical question)
My notebook is coming out in Spanglish. In general whichever is the fastest way of getting a point down is what is chosen whether it's combining the two or switching between the two, etc. While I'm at the hospital campus the majority comes out in Spanish cause that's how it's coming in my ears, but then at home after when I add my own notes they are added in English as my books are in English. It was highly suggested that I read my texts in Spanish as our tests will be in Spanish and whatnot, but I'm opting to keep to the English and actually understand what I'm reading. hopefully I'll be able to decipher the tests then, and at least then my guesses will be educated ones not just eni-meni-mini-mo.
I'm excited to be starting Bible study again this week. Every semester Satan makes it so that I dread nervously the sending out of the email invite to everyone. But as always the grace of God prevails and the send button gets pushed. I know the vast majority of its recipients will push delete before even reading it, but at least they will know that Jesus is still waiting.
I've finally been able to get out and get some exercise this week. A friend bought a basketball so we've gone to the courts at ICB campus (my old campus) and play some one-on-one. honestly, half of our work-out stems from us laughing at ourselves till we're doubled over.
Hasta!
Sunday, August 15, 2010
Yo estoy BeBop, a ReBop, a Rubarb pie!
I had contemplated whether I should go to Ixtlan this weekend. It was weird as I knew that in the end I would end up going no matter the reasons for staying, but for some reason I kept pretending like I was still in the process of deciding. Even upon arrival I was making up reasons of why I should have stayed in GDL, but......now I am so glad I went. Regg Beer (Ixtlan) was announced to Bev Schlatter (Junction)today. I have gotten to know both of these wonderful people over my two years here. Regg almost like a brother as we shared the table of Mom & Dad Heinold on my weekends in Ixtlan, and Bev has come to Ixtlan every summer that I've been here (3 so far)this last summer being the one allowing us to get to know each other well. And even more exciting is that they will start their married life together here in Ixtlan. I'm so excited!
This post might be a bit longer. I was to have a group meeting tonight, but as we all had gotten our work done, and technically we don't need to be ready with the presentation till Tuesday we got lazy and postponed our meeting till tomorrow after class.
I'm finally starting to feel together again. It usually is hard the first week or so being back, it was just exceptionally harder this time due to things being so different and things needing done were plentiful. This weekend upon arrival at Ixtlan Marshall & Jan's house was without electricty. This is the second time that's happened to me. Their electricity is shut off while they're gone and then I arrive to stay and ooops! I was able to do my work down at the guesthouse and then the Gonzalez's invited me to sleep at their home. While there I noticed a small poster on the wall that said 'We hate saying goodbye......but can't wait to get to our futures." That feeling hits home with me the hardest after a visit home. After personalized attention from my parents, and hour long discussions with amazing friends of like faith, and in general indulging myself in the luxuries America has to offer the 'We hate saying goodbye' part outweighs the latter. And then I work through my nostalgia and start looking around me instead of inside me and see Mexico again and Jesus waiting as always. Waiting for me to quit being stubborn and to move my feet again.
After three days of making trips to the muffler place I finally got a new muffler on Saturday. It's an "adapted" one, translation: pieces welded together to make a complete muffler. The owner of the muffler shop is white with orange hair, looks typically Irish, but is definitely Mexican. I guess he's the first Irish-Mexican I've ever met. Driving away with my new muffler attached I couldn't help but break out in a few Hallelujah coruses. Got to celebrate the small things!
I also finally took it upon myself to change the name on my electricity bill to my name. I thought, easy...find one of their offices, ask them to change the name, and then pay the current bill. Bang! all done! hahahahaha, boy was I kidding myself on that one! They of course needed copies of paperwork from me first. Then, finally, after the line behind me has grown, she takes the current bill from me and gives me a new bill that has charged me for the name change. Flabbergasted! (correct me if I'm wrong, but from my past experiences in the States, I was never charged for changing the name on a bill!) anyways, i know there's no use in fighting random charges in Mexico cause you'll end up with three other charges. But when I asked if I could just go ahead and pay the new bill I was rejected! What?! you want my money and then refuse to take it! pshhh! Mexico!! so right now I can't decide how long I want to make them wait to get my money. probably shouldn't wait to long. There's no grace period in Mexico like there is in the States. If the bill isn't paid on time, the light is turned off the next day. And of course you're charged extra to get it turned back on.
Hasta!
This post might be a bit longer. I was to have a group meeting tonight, but as we all had gotten our work done, and technically we don't need to be ready with the presentation till Tuesday we got lazy and postponed our meeting till tomorrow after class.
I'm finally starting to feel together again. It usually is hard the first week or so being back, it was just exceptionally harder this time due to things being so different and things needing done were plentiful. This weekend upon arrival at Ixtlan Marshall & Jan's house was without electricty. This is the second time that's happened to me. Their electricity is shut off while they're gone and then I arrive to stay and ooops! I was able to do my work down at the guesthouse and then the Gonzalez's invited me to sleep at their home. While there I noticed a small poster on the wall that said 'We hate saying goodbye......but can't wait to get to our futures." That feeling hits home with me the hardest after a visit home. After personalized attention from my parents, and hour long discussions with amazing friends of like faith, and in general indulging myself in the luxuries America has to offer the 'We hate saying goodbye' part outweighs the latter. And then I work through my nostalgia and start looking around me instead of inside me and see Mexico again and Jesus waiting as always. Waiting for me to quit being stubborn and to move my feet again.
After three days of making trips to the muffler place I finally got a new muffler on Saturday. It's an "adapted" one, translation: pieces welded together to make a complete muffler. The owner of the muffler shop is white with orange hair, looks typically Irish, but is definitely Mexican. I guess he's the first Irish-Mexican I've ever met. Driving away with my new muffler attached I couldn't help but break out in a few Hallelujah coruses. Got to celebrate the small things!
I also finally took it upon myself to change the name on my electricity bill to my name. I thought, easy...find one of their offices, ask them to change the name, and then pay the current bill. Bang! all done! hahahahaha, boy was I kidding myself on that one! They of course needed copies of paperwork from me first. Then, finally, after the line behind me has grown, she takes the current bill from me and gives me a new bill that has charged me for the name change. Flabbergasted! (correct me if I'm wrong, but from my past experiences in the States, I was never charged for changing the name on a bill!) anyways, i know there's no use in fighting random charges in Mexico cause you'll end up with three other charges. But when I asked if I could just go ahead and pay the new bill I was rejected! What?! you want my money and then refuse to take it! pshhh! Mexico!! so right now I can't decide how long I want to make them wait to get my money. probably shouldn't wait to long. There's no grace period in Mexico like there is in the States. If the bill isn't paid on time, the light is turned off the next day. And of course you're charged extra to get it turned back on.
Hasta!
Tuesday, August 10, 2010
Yo estoy tratando.
I'm at the hospital from 7 to 12 everyday for my first rotation, Gastroenterology. We all alternate between seeing patients, group projects, and one lecture. "We" being 5th semester students. It was more than I expected, 121 numbered with only about 1/3 my original class, 1/2 from the semester originally above us, and the rest from even higher original semesters.
I honestly have to say things haven't really simmered down quite yet. Honestly people were still missing their...(I'll just call them classes, it'll be easier) today due to the confusion.
I finally was able to make some progress on my fm3, now I get to play the waiting game.
My list for this week doesn't seem any smaller somehow. I still need a muffler. I seem to have misplaced my contract in the middle of all this fm3 business. and now studying and busy work that goes along with the hospital need to be given appropriate time.
Hmmmmm, can you tell that I'm tired. At least I'll get to take a warm shower tonight. When I'm gone for longer time periods I turn down the water heater and finally remembered to turn it back up this afternoon. Had cold showers the past two days, at least they made getting under covers that much sweeter :)
I'm sorry I'm a bit crabby. Things will be getting better soon. In the meantime I try to remind myself of how things could be worse, and that helps.
Hasta!
I honestly have to say things haven't really simmered down quite yet. Honestly people were still missing their...(I'll just call them classes, it'll be easier) today due to the confusion.
I finally was able to make some progress on my fm3, now I get to play the waiting game.
My list for this week doesn't seem any smaller somehow. I still need a muffler. I seem to have misplaced my contract in the middle of all this fm3 business. and now studying and busy work that goes along with the hospital need to be given appropriate time.
Hmmmmm, can you tell that I'm tired. At least I'll get to take a warm shower tonight. When I'm gone for longer time periods I turn down the water heater and finally remembered to turn it back up this afternoon. Had cold showers the past two days, at least they made getting under covers that much sweeter :)
I'm sorry I'm a bit crabby. Things will be getting better soon. In the meantime I try to remind myself of how things could be worse, and that helps.
Hasta!
Monday, August 9, 2010
Yo estoy cansada.
Mom, I didn’t get home till 11:30 pm last night, plus I’m not able to get my internet signal in my apartment (I have no idea why). These compounded equals a delayed post.
Today was a day entirely Mexican. In other words, inexplicably inefficient. I want to scream, and cry, and do nothing all at the same time. In other words, I’m beyond frustrated. To top it off my neighbor is in the midst of constructing….something.
Ah, well, tomorrow should be better. It’ll take more than just two days till everything gets figured out, but it’ll be a bit better after tomorrow at least.
Sorry this is short, but if I started in on one thing it would lead to another and then this post would end up being too long, and I just more frustrated; neither of which are needed. So, I'm just keepin' it with I'm good. I'm safe. I'll write more later.
Hasta!
Today was a day entirely Mexican. In other words, inexplicably inefficient. I want to scream, and cry, and do nothing all at the same time. In other words, I’m beyond frustrated. To top it off my neighbor is in the midst of constructing….something.
Ah, well, tomorrow should be better. It’ll take more than just two days till everything gets figured out, but it’ll be a bit better after tomorrow at least.
Sorry this is short, but if I started in on one thing it would lead to another and then this post would end up being too long, and I just more frustrated; neither of which are needed. So, I'm just keepin' it with I'm good. I'm safe. I'll write more later.
Hasta!
Saturday, August 7, 2010
Yo estoy bendecida sin medida.
The step went smoothly. I know that throughout the day I was sustained by prayer. I had woken up that morning with a headache, but by the time I'd reached the testing center it was gone and remained so the rest of the day. The biggest affect of the prayers was evident by my mood. When I get a string of questions which I know that I'm getting wrong, my mind tends to quickly dive into a downward spiral of despair and my performance reflects it. This did not happen while taking this particular test though I knew I was getting questions wrong. In fact, I caught myself smiling on multiple occasions and a few times even having fun!?
That night I had an awful time sleeping. I thought I'd fall right asleep, but instead my mind had started dwelling. going over the questions again and again. the downward spirals were unavoidable this time.
I honestly don't know what God has in store for me concerning the outcome of the step. I feel as if it could go either way. In truth, with the fascination the Devil has with putting roadblocks in my way as of late I'm almost expecting to get the results back that I did not pass. Another opportunity for me to put my trust in my Shepherd to lead me around it and onward.
In the days since the step I have been incredibly blessed to spend time with the most amazing people I know. It's hard for me to put into words the warmth, love, trust, and appreciation for each other that I have shared this past week. It's tragicly missing from all relationships outside the realm of Christ, and as I've yet to find it in GDL, Jesus has been working on me to draw me closer to Him, as I've needed Him to be closer to me.
I have one more day in the great city of Chicago, (I'm so lucky to be able to visit my favorite city so often.) and then back to Mexico. As my fm3 (my immigration papers) has expired while being here in the States this summer I guess technically I'll be an illegal immigrant. This could potentially lead to some interesting adventures, but trusting in the One who is greater than immigration customs I am praying for safety and forgiving customs officials.
Hasta!
That night I had an awful time sleeping. I thought I'd fall right asleep, but instead my mind had started dwelling. going over the questions again and again. the downward spirals were unavoidable this time.
I honestly don't know what God has in store for me concerning the outcome of the step. I feel as if it could go either way. In truth, with the fascination the Devil has with putting roadblocks in my way as of late I'm almost expecting to get the results back that I did not pass. Another opportunity for me to put my trust in my Shepherd to lead me around it and onward.
In the days since the step I have been incredibly blessed to spend time with the most amazing people I know. It's hard for me to put into words the warmth, love, trust, and appreciation for each other that I have shared this past week. It's tragicly missing from all relationships outside the realm of Christ, and as I've yet to find it in GDL, Jesus has been working on me to draw me closer to Him, as I've needed Him to be closer to me.
I have one more day in the great city of Chicago, (I'm so lucky to be able to visit my favorite city so often.) and then back to Mexico. As my fm3 (my immigration papers) has expired while being here in the States this summer I guess technically I'll be an illegal immigrant. This could potentially lead to some interesting adventures, but trusting in the One who is greater than immigration customs I am praying for safety and forgiving customs officials.
Hasta!
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