Rainy Test Day

Ya’ll,

Today was test day for Will. I have a love-hate relationship with test day, because it means one part is over, but then there’s the waiting to find out the grade. Always waiting to find out the grade. Med school is so hard. You can try with all of your might to get through it, but at some point, you get knocked to your knees wondering what just hit you. Seriously. Will learns so much information every single day, that I wonder where he’s going to put the information from tomorrow’s lectures. He’s my superhero. Test days mean one thing is down, but can’t be forgotten. There are two more tests, including the final, and we’ll arrive to three weeks of peace, beach time, conversations, dinner with friends, and quality time together… without reviewing or studying or talking about medicine.  Praise. The. Good. Lord.

I admire Will, ya’ll. He works so hard. He’s smart. Insanely smart. He says things that are so over my head I just nod and smile. But he can teach it to me in a way that makes my English brain understand. It’s really true what they say, you’re either a math/science person or an English/History person. I can talk about Jesus and Edgar Allen Poe and all the wars of history all day long… but helping Will all day review HURTS MY HEAD. He’s going to be a wonderful doctor. I’ll be a wonderful helper. The Lord knew what He was doing when He made us for each other, to be sure.

Tests keep coming, though. No matter how much we think we’ve conquered one block of information… another block of information comes like a dodge ball to your face. Reminds me of life, don’t ya think? No matter how far we come… there’s always a test. No matter how good life is, how stable it is, how peaceful and fun it is, there’s always another hurdle. Another test. Another ridiculous thing to conquer. I thank the good Lord He brought me Will. He makes tests and hurdles so much more okay.

Sometimes we forget the lessons. Sometimes we remember them always. But if we really learned the lesson, wouldn’t we remember it always? Perhaps those we only kinda payed attention to are the ones we forget so easily? I know sometimes I need a dodge ball to the face ( insert eye roll here ).

 

Till next time!

 

 

Something

Ya’ll,

Can I just tell you how awesome it is that I can watch my church from back home in the Caribbean?! Technology is really awesome sometimes! Also, we made sweet peach tea last night because I brought tea bags in my luggage this time, and it’s the best thing since we brought back deer sausage. Take that, not stocked grocery stores!!

The sermon this morning at our church back home was on doing something. Isn’t that cool? Will and I talk so often on this topic. Doing something in the power of the Holy Spirit. Trusting the Lord with your whole heart and going on an adventure. Life is SO much more than routines, the daily grind, the 9-5 job. The Lord instructed us all to do something. To be His hands, feet, and heart for the world. What happened to the miraculous faith of the apostles that empowered them to heal the lame and blind and possessed? No pressure, right?

I think we get so used to being comfortable, in knowing what to expect because we’ve planned every second, which quickly adds up to years. Years of not acting on the whispers our heart hears. Man. We’ve all been there. I’m there all the time. But when I do listen and give the Lord my plans… He inspires me, provides for me, and guides me in what He wants me to do. And words just come out. Words I’d never think of speaking out loud. People come who need help, a shoulder to cry on. Acting doesn’t have to be a super awesome action packed mission trip across the world. It can be in your own home, your own city, your own office, your own state, your own country. We just have to start. Start reaching out to your neighbor, your boss, your friends, your families. The folks on the streets begging for a bite to eat, a real conversation.

The hardest part in doing something is starting that doing. Saying the first word, taking that first step towards a stranger or a loved one. But the Lord gave us power, a power no one else in the world has. Holy Spirit. That Spirit gives us the power, the courage, the confidence, and the wisdom we will need when we step out. You’ll be SO shocked when you start doing stuff and the Lord just comes out. Kinda like when ya get older and your mom starts coming out?! Come on. I know you know what I’m talking about. My dad came out the other day when I told someone to adapt and overcome… because what else are ya gonna do on a tropical island in the middle of nowhere?!?!

Jesus is enough, ya’ll. What if we stopped getting stuck with our head in the clouds looking for Him, and started seeing Him in our relationships? In our co-workers? In our friends? In the ones who know there’s something else out there but just don’t really know what that something is?

The speaker this morning also said something else that hit me straight in the soul. Once you start, you will find something. Holy Spirit will nudge you, and the Lord will provide the way. Shoot. Straight to the soul, huh? What if finding your calling is really when you just start acting on the whispers, the nudges, the tugs. What if your calling finds you in the doing? Again I say, shoot.

Till next time ya’ll! Fix some sweet peach tea and enjoy your day!

 

 

 

 

 

Back to the Island

Ya’ll,

Let me tell you a little about our island. The airport always shuts down when there is a storm… or just a little rain shower. It had been raining all day yesterday on the island, and I just knew all day that we’d get to the island and wouldn’t be able to land, which would mean we’d have to head back to Puerto Rico until the island airport decided it was safe to reopen. Island. Life.

So many people were praying over my journey home. Even folks who never pray anymore. People will show you they love you; ya just have to keep your heart opened to it. The Lord has shown me so often who was meant to be my friend, just an acquaintance, or just a passerby.  In my experience, if someone genuinely has the feeling or desire or love to pray over me… that is one of the dearest people in my life.

My sweet taxi driver was there waiting for me, the first friendly face I saw when I landed. He told me he was even praying for me. He didn’t think I’d make it, but when our plane came into view, he said, the skies just opened and there we were. The moment I walked into the airport, the bottom fell out again. The Lord answers, ya’ll.

Sometimes I do begin to wonder if the Lord is listening. I pray all the time about everything. Little things, life changing things, friends, family, how the day will go, etc. Sometimes I wonder if I pray about too much, but if the Lord is our Father like the Bible tells us, then He’d want to talk about everything, right? As a Father should? Perhaps I just don’t hear Him as much as I’d like, or get to be a part of the answer. But then there are the times that He opens the sky and lets us land on solid ground. I swear I could’ve knelt down right there on the tarmac and kissed the ground. But it was wet. And I had linen pants on. So, I just thanked the good Lord and finally believed that He was going to get me home to my sweet husband that night.

As I sit here watching the rain fall through the palm trees, listening to Amos Lee Pandora, I just can’t help but to be reminded of His promises of love and provision, which should be all that we need to remember that He wants the very best for us. He opened the skies and parted the rain clouds so that I could know and remember it. He opens the darkness so that Light will shine in on our days of worry, longing, and doubting. He’s the perfect Father. He’s the perfect example of Love, Goodness, and Truth.

Ya’ll, I am so glad to be back on our little island. As crazy as it is… it ain’t as hot here as it has been back home in Mississippi!  Another reason to praise the Lord! I did enjoy the Southern food, a little too much probably. I’ll be hitting the gym this weekend for sure.

Till next time!!