For those who missed it: I faced the most difficult emotions of the last 5 years just last week. I felt unable to discern direction from God, and it seemed my choices always left me feeling like more of a burden to the world than a help. That is terrible for someone whose greatest joy is to serve God and others.
I was contemplating leaving Puerto Rico (if not leaving Earth), but didn’t know what the smartest decisions would be. On my way to a friend’s house in the south of the island, I made a wrong turn and ended up in Aibonito (the highest mountain area of PR). I drove past a Mennonite Church, where a man with a guitar was walking in the front door, wondered if maybe my “wrong” turn was actually a divine and calculated response to recent prayers, and stopped (just in case).
It turns out that Mennonite Disaster Services can greatly use my help, there is a place for me to stay here, AND this is the center for the Mennonite hospital, which includes many physical and mental health specialists. I already have appointments set to meet new doctors this week.
I helped with a wedding my first day here (set-up, tear down, serving, cleaning, and entertaining children).
The plan this week is to help a class of 4 to 5 year olds during a rehabilitation program for children who have been through disasters. It was a profound day from the beginning, as these little minds expressed their concern that a hurricane might hit us again today. We explained it was just supposed to rain after all, and that we were in a safe/prepared place. We sang worship songs, made art, ate food, and watched a short play.
My head hurts from trying to understand and speak Spanish all day long. I still have a lot to learn, but it’s a joy, and the people around me seem very patient.
I haven’t moved all my stuff from the car into this new place yet. I’m not positive this is FOR SURE where I should stay, but it’s a strong possibility. I’ll take the next week to pray and see how things go.
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