So I’m gonna get back in this blogging game after all. I think I just needed some rest for my mind to catch up with my body being back in the States. I got home about 3 weeks ago from Costa Rica, and there are still times when I wish I was back over there. Or can’t wrap my mind around the fact that I have a phone, car, and ability to eat Chick-Fil-A. I think I ate that 8 times in the first 5 days back, including my rock-star sisters bringing me chicken-fil-a biscuits right when i get back. If anything, though, it has showed me, and still is, how overly spoiled I am. I don’t know how to make links on here yet to other posts and stuff, but if I could, I’d send ya over to my sister’s blog (rebeccamoon.blogsome.com) to see what she wrote about our mother. Now while those stories are all of her craziness (I have been a great spectator and fan for 22 years), it points greatly to the love and blessings that I have from my parents. Just being able to live in America is blessing enough. We have so many amenities we don’t need.
NEED vs. WANT. My dad used to always say, "Now do you NEED that Ninja Turtle action figure, or do you just WANT it?" Of course my reaction was always, "Um…you don’t understand, I NEEEEEEDDD it." And then after he quickly turned th idea down for good, I learned the lesson in that, evenb though it probably took ’til I was 18 to finally get it. Well, my time in the Rich Coast showed me even more the truth of this.
I know I complained/struggled with the homestay situation we had while studying abroad, and how dumb I thought it was at first. But in reality, it was the biggest eye-opener of culture shock in my life. These people were fully content with what they had, even though that consisted of hardly anthing. They had just enough electricity to run their kitchen, since Lila (mi abuela) was such an amazing cook. So once again…I have a phone??? A car??? A queen-sized bed??? Wow…I’m so spoiled. Or really, its more like I have no idea still, even after the epiphany of this, how overly blessed He has made me.
So yeah, now my mind is catching back up with my body of being in the States. And honestly, it kinda sucks. It feels second nature again to drive my car over to a friend’s house. To go to whatever of the bagillionty restaurants I want for an meal. To sleep in a bed that I don’t hang 8 inches off of every night. Lord, don’t let me settle into comfortability again.
One of the biggest things spiritually I’m learning in my PCRR is why He ever puts us in uncomfortable situations. Oh, and yeah, the PCRR…thats Post-Costa Rica Reflections. Acronyms are the sheen.
Anywho, if He is our Comforter, yet we are always only in comfortable spots of our lives, then do we really need someone to come and comfort our hearts? We already have all the comfort. Yet, when placed in a situation that rocks you upside down, the Comforter is needed. His love is cherished. And he cherishes our love. Therefore, I feel that Costa Rica, if anything, was a call from Him for me to draw near and really grasp what it means for Christ to be the Comforter of my Heart. The Lover of my Soul.
So here I go again with the blogosphere. Wonder how long it will last this time. If my sister’s constant push for me to write is any indicator, then maybe for a while. We shall see. In the meantime…I pray for uncomfortableness for you. And then that you may seek the Comforter. The Rescuer. The Lover of your Souls. Breath in Pneuma today.
Stay Strong. Amor Gana.
-M@
—and Becca, I need a tutorial on how to be a cool blogger. Ayuda me…
