Water in the Valley of Baca

Last night, as I thanked a brother worker again for cooking supper, he said, “It was really a privilege.  It makes us feel at home–like we are family.  And that is the way it should be.”  And it is true!  Being with the visitors that are here for convention fills a little empty spot inside of me.  It reminds me that fellowship with others is important!  And having the privilege of wonderful visits in this time makes it hard to think of returning to the States.

I’ve been thinking of that Psalm that talks about the valley of Baca.  (Also believed to be the city of Mecca, the valley of Baca is reportedly where Hagar and Ishmael found water.)  I know what it is to be in a desert place.  I understand the desert place spiritually and physically.  And I understand the value of water after having lived in a country where water is a precious resource.

So, when I think of that dry mouth and the thirst that leads up to dehydration, it is easy to see that spiritually that can happen too.  I sit in English conventions with such a full heart–I get to soak up the sweet water from heaven that is so freely given.  Other times, I feel like I am crying for water like Hagar, searching for something to nourish my family and me.

But like Hagar, there is always just enough water to keep me going.

This week hasn’t been a week of searching for water, but it has been a week where I can say, “My cup runneth over…”  I feel that my Spanish is at a level now where a conversation with the workers isn’t a struggle.  My eyes have been opened to see the struggles of my little meeting, and with that, I feel an outpouring of love towards the members there.  I have wonderful examples here of many ladies who have kept going from “strength to strength.”  And despite living in a desert, we have water in the valley of Baca.

A Lesson From My Child: Go With It

Last week we left our friends and family again to make the trip back home to Mexico.  As I sat in the airport listening to another announcement of a flight delay, I looked at Allie.  There she was:  happy as a lark, playing with her baby doll, and wearing a smile.  I decided then that I would try to be more like her.  It’s a good thing I made that plan early in our trip–because we arrived home a full 24 hours after we should have.

The thing is, life doesn’t always go the way we plan, but everything has a way of working out.  It often doesn’t work out the way we wanted, but what does that matter in the end?  This has been a common theme of this blog.  I make plans.  They don’t work out.  I make more plans.  They don’t work out.  Then I get surprised by the better ending to a chapter in my story.

Today we came home from school, and Victor was away working.  It is nearly 100 degrees here, and I became a little frustrated.  Allie was digging in the bag, then she looked up and said, “Nope!  No key!”  When I asked her if she would like to go get a special drink at Starbucks, she said, “Oh, yes! That sounds good!”  I love that my sweet girl is too young to complain about the heat, being locked out, Mama not being responsible, etc.  She just goes with it.

Often we hear people talk about seeing the world through a child’s eyes–my little two year old has taught me the most important lesson.  I haven’t fussed at my husband, complained (out loud), or pouted about not being about to get inside our house until 7 tonight.  I am just going to go with it.  After all, if you can’t change it, you might as well accept it!