A few more pieces

I wake up everyday and I realize how blessed I am to be healing. It is so wonderful not to think that the world has somehow fallen off course but to realize that God has placed me where He wants me, and that I'm going to be OK. No matter what happens, I believe in a God who is sovereign, in control, and who knows how everything will work out in the end. And one day, when I finally do get to see how all of the pieces are put together, I'll slap my forehead and ask myself why in the world I ever worried about what would happen in my life.

Last week was insanely busy. I've spent the weekend sleeping when I was able to. Last weekend we had a women's retreat with the church, and it was wonderful. I was so blessed by it and by the women that I got to meet. This past week we were working on a musical for the seminary homecoming, and we performed it on Thursday night. It was fun, and some of my international students got to come. Friday night we had a baby shower for my friend Priscilla, and I was the only single gal there. It's too bad Steph wasn't able to be there for the shower. Then I could have had someone to raise my eyebrows at questioningly when the other ladies were talking about dialating, James Dobson child-rearing techniques, and finicky husbands. Though it is always quite educational for me, and I always feel that I leave my married friends feeling that I have learned something but not quite knowing what it is.

After the shower the two Kim's and Steph and I got together at the Kim's house. While their husbands were sleeping we pulled out the couch bed and stayed up talking. Then we put in Just Like Heaven and Steph and I ended up spending the night at Kim's house who is the wife of one of the professors here. It was a fun experience.

This week I'm house sitting for one of my professors who is in Peru with his wife. I get to take care of their dog. They left on Thursday, and they ended up calling me Thursday afternoon because they had missed their flight from Miami to Lima, and they didn't have anyway of contacting the missionaries. Oddly enough, the missionaries that they were working with were the same ones that I worked with when I was there two years ago, so I e-mailed the missionaries and then called them later on to let them know that my professor- who is also my interim pastor- missed their plane. It was quite interesting.