In an effort to make myself look less psychotic, I'm giving the credit to the Lord for giving me a refreshed outlook on things here in Mexico. Although I've been doing a lot of fun things, truthfully my time here has progressively gotten harder, and this weekend was it for me. I was extremely frustrated and lonely...and ok maybe even a little depressed. Such is life! It's a roller coaster here in Mexico, and now that I've hit "rock bottom," things are looking up. I prayed for a more optimistic view of the past and of the future and now I've got it. No, this journey hasn't been ANYTHING like what I expected, but none the less, it has been an adventure. Although parts of it are still very hard, it has been fun. I mean...I'm going to school in Mexico! That's pretty cool, right?! Not everybody goes to another country for a semester solely to learn another language. And truth is, I'd rather be here for a semester than at home in Flower Mound, or back at JBU when most of my friends are overseas this fall. I'm very slowly getting used to the culture, and my family, and the weirdness of it all. I miss my friends and family a lot, but I have to remind myself that the most comfort I can get comes from the Lord, and I'm only going to be here for 3 more months. I know the hardships will be way worth it when I come out speaking fluent Spanish. And learning to depend solely on the Lord is reward enough in itself...and I'm really having to do that a lot right now...because this really is hard. Things I wouldn't have thought would be hard to get used to about this culture are like nails on a chalkboard for me. I've only been here for 2 weeks, and I'll get used to them eventually. It's bittersweet I guess...I mean, I'm having fun, but at the same time the whole process is really challenging. I look forward to seeing how I grow from my experiences here. I look forward to becoming more and more fluent so that language barriers don't hinder my experiences (I've heard from 2 independent people that 4 weeks in another country studying the language is how long it takes for you to stop thinking in English).
On another note, Greg wants to move me to another house. He thinks the chaos and "familiness" of this one is too much for me, since I'm so independent. I'm really apprehensive. At least until Jenny Beth and Tommy leave in 2 weeks. But even then. The "what if's" scare me. We'll see how the next 2 weeks go I guess. I'm really not unhappy here. I just have to learn to say no, and explain to them that I'm not trying to be rude, I'm just used to a LOT more alone time.
Thanks for your prayers; I feel the Lord's hand in this.
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Well said. I will look forward to seeing how God works this out. I am glad you are staying put for the next two weeks! When we leave it's going to be no BFD! LOL!
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