Sometimes I am a slow processor.  I think about things for a while.  Things come to me later.

Last Sunday was our first "hard" day.  After being here for 9 days, we were all anxious and ready to move into our rented and hopefully "furnished" house.  I say hopefully because after looking at some other supposedly furnished houses, I'm learning what the Dominican definition is.  So, when our contact called and said the house would not be vacant and available until NEXT weekend, there was a bit of disappointment in the air.

Hmm...what to do, what to do.

Call the owner of that other house we almost took!  The second choice!  What?  Can't reach him until later this afternoon?  That's ok.  We'll wait.  Surely that one will be available.

What?  Not available.  Hmm...what to do, what to do.

Let's look at some other options.  We look around a bit.  Get a break on the Villa we're already staying in.  Decide to wait.  It's a good house, good neighborhood, good distance, good price.  We'll wait.
At church on Sunday a guest speaker, still in Spanish,  talked about our esperanza, HOPE, the hope of our life.
Hebrews 6:18-20
we who have fled for refuge might have strong encouragement to hold fast to the hope set before us. We have this as a sure and steadfast anchor of the soul, a hope that enters into the inner place behind the curtain,  where Jesus has gone as a forerunner on our behalf, having become a high priest forever after the order of Melchizedek..
As I've been thinking about that verse. I realize that HOPE is our anchor.  It's all we have.  Hope in Christ, hope in the future, hope in His plan.  I think that's why we can say as Christians, that any circumstances that surround us, that sadden or threaten us, don't rob us of our hope.  We're looking to the future, to the next unfolding of life.
So on Monday we were invited by our American friends, Darrell and Sandy, to their host home to do our laundry.  And they have a dryer!  A rarety here.  So blessed by their hospitality.  The grandmother and her grandaughter host many families.  We had good food, lots of laughs and spanglish conversations while that laundry was washing.  New friends with new possibilities that wouldn't have been made had we moved into our OWN place with our OWN washer (and probably no dryer.)
 


Joe WAmbach
01/22/2013 18:31

You on line? Ca you Skype?

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