Stories

I haven't written in a little while as Wednesday to Saturday of last week I was attending a conference put on by Exodus Latinoamerica and then yesterday I was at a "celebration" sunday for my church where all the cell groups get together for a full church service. The conference was intense as it started at 10am and went to 9pm every night that it was on. I usually went a little late and left a bit early to make travel by metro a little safer and easier. The topic was about sexuality and sexual healing. I learned a lot about the culture I now live in and how they deal with sensitive issues, but I also learned a lot about healing in general. It was a very well done conference.

I've been meaning to share a few stories the past little while so I will share them now. The first one I would like to entitle "always check your socks for beattles". Yes you're right the plot of this story revolves around a beattle being in my sock. You see, here in Mexico we hang out clothes out to dry on the roofs of our houses. I had left my dark load up on the roof for about three days due to some heavy rains soaking it a few times just when they were almost dry. So then fastforward to last tuesday and I'm getting ready for the day. I put on a normal pair of socks and my boots as it was still a little rainy. It was a rather busy day with me going pretty much straight from School to Pantitlan for afternoon ministry. Near the end of the day the top part of my left foot was really starting to hurt. I thought maybe that my boots were giving me a blister. Luckily Heather gave me a ride home so I was thankful that I did not have to walk at all with a blister forming on my foot. I got home, flopped on my bed and proceeded to take off my boots. I rubbed my foot where it had been hurting and there was a lump there so I thought maybe somehow I had picked up a rock. So I took my sock off and something black fell to the ground. I looked first at my foot and there was an imprint of what looked like a beattle against my skin... so I picked up the black object and sure enough it was a dead beattle. I choose to beleive that it had been dead from the time I put the sock on (brought there by the rain) and not that it had once been alive and crawling around on my foot.

My other story shall be entitled "death to my stomach". I won't go into gory details on this one, as I know I few "weak stomached" readers. At the conference though we went to a nice chain of restaurants as we didn't know of any "clean" food vendors near by. I shall never eat at that chain of restaurants again, or at least never order what I had. My stomach hurt so bad on Friday night I couldn't stand up straight. Its been getting better as the days go on, but I still have the lingering effects. Praise God for bowel medications!

Well that's all for now. Take care y'all.