What Matters....

I could take this time to mention that I get nervous about my house not selling, about needing to maybe come home to handle business, about being sad about some sicknesses that my people have, worrying about what folks think about me, how I look, how I'm handling things, if I'm being a "good enough Christian", if I'm working hard enough and accomplishing things,  if I'm living up to the expectations of everyone who is supporting me.... ya know...all THAT stuff.

All that stuff- I don't think it matters today.  Or yesterday.

What matters today is that Y is happy, thrilled... CONTENT in Pueblo Nuevo....and I saw him and his brother today.   With Juan Ulise- who beamed and hugged me.   THAT mattered.

What matters is that I'm going to the capital on Friday to take E for his appointment at the pediatric cardiologist and I got the doctor's name and phone number miraculously and through a GOD MOMENT and the Hickory team hooked me up with money to pay for it.  It matters!  

What matters is that our thyroid surgery patient from Pinar Grande came to see me today at a barrio clinic and I got to head over to her house and meet her son...who had called my cell about a thousand times to check on his mother during surgery.  Precious precious precious woman, who doesn't have two nickels to rub together but sends me juice and oranges and fresh fruit from her home.

What matters is that I saw Rodi in Hondo Valle yesterday.  Taller than before, living with grandma, going to school.  SUCCEEDING in life.  Same goofy grin- ornery looks.  Geez- I miss him.  It MATTERED.  It was another God moment given to me at the side of a road  having someone MIRACULOUSLY APPEAR in a place I do not know well.   I'm so proud of him.

What matters is that I got to visit Willy today at his house.  And the diabetes is bad- it just is.  But his parents LOVE him and want to take good care of him.   And I met with Perdomo and we're coming up with plans.  One kid- one disease- One Hope- Jesus Christ.   We prayed- it MATTERS.

What matters is a bunch of lovely children surrounding us and singing in Los Rincones at the top of their lungs at the end of the day and we leave feeling like everything we did was needed and important and well received but that the greatest of these is LOVE, ya know.    Oh those beautiful faces.  

And the mountains soar over us in Cercado...and the rain poured down and cleansed us all.  And we stomped in mud and pulled teeth and took blood pressures and hugged kids and whispered "I love you" in little ears.   And "Dios te Bendiga" in others.   It matters!

And the bus gets stuck and the driver just grins and we motor on.

And my friends who need to get their paperwork MIGHT be making a teeny tiny bit of progress.  It SO MATTERS.  Pray.  Pray.  Pray for them.

What matters is that we are DOING life here.   I'm screwing up left and right, bumbling and fumbling my way through.   But we are LIVING out loud- with Jesus.  I'm seeing Him- I've seen Him so much this week- I've FELT Him right next to me.   And all this stuff that I was all KINDA stressed out about....it's melting away.  I don't think it matters so much.   There are moments of complete dismay and sadness...but there are MORE moments of knowing God is WITH me.   Sometimes I think that I MIGHT trust Him more and more, poco a poco.   It could be happening, ya know.  It matters.

:)