Dwelling :)

  Well, here I am again on my little balcony in the cool ;) Salvadorean air.  A little gecko just ran up the wall, too fast for me to even shoot with my camera.  Shucks.  I am trying real hard to see a star, but so far haven't been able to see even one. The sounds of a city of over 2 million people is starting to be normal.  2 million.  Each with a soul that is going somewhere someday - into eternity.
   I'm desperately trying to gather my thoughts, but it seems like they are going in so many different directions tonight it is hard to calm them down and hold them down :) 

"Rocky".  Since I can't ever seem to remember Raquel has NO C!! :)

She can't understand why someone is taking a picture with "HER" pink camera.

A cloudy beginning of the sunset.  This the "pre rainy" season.

My feet after PART of a day going bare foot in the house.  Just so you don't think Richard and Jen are slobs, their floors are spic and span!! (you're welcome guys ;)  Just part of the El Salvador tile floors.

Felice - a kindred spirit.  ;) Where has this girl been all this time?  :)

  Life here is continuing to go well.  Yesterday was a day off, which I took to just relax and do some reading.  Finally getting the chance to read some books that have been on my "all time" list for awhile.  Today was a pretty normal week day in the Mullinax household.  Doing baths, dressing precious kids, fixing hair on pretty little heads, playing games, and playing baseball with a four year old.  Talk about a challenge. ;)  I would pitch and he would hit it and the bases were in the opposite way from where he was batting. Then when he pitched it to me I would run in the direction of the ball to try and hit it.  What a blast!!  He even hit it into the top of a "pineapple" tree, and we couldn't even see it to get it down.  So one of the neighbors was watching us and came over and borrowed a ladder from the roofing crew next door and got it down for us.  It certainly is interesting being on the opposite end of the "language barrier" spectrum.  I have spent my whole life on the "this is my country, speak my language" side.  Now I am on the "this is your country, and I can't speak your language... I'm Sorry!" side.  It's rather humbling, and certainly gives a person empathy and understanding.  From the nice gentleman's vocabulary I was able to make out "arriba", which also happens to be the name of my hometown. For all you Arriba local yocals, it means "up" in Spanish, yaeh, go figure that one out... Ha! Went with Jen and the kids to horse rides, picked a couple of oranges and ate them ( I could so easily get used to that!!)  Then tonight two members of an upcoming team came over for dinner.  It was a good day.
  I was reminded again of one of my favorite scriptures, and even more challenging, the concept behind it.  "He who dwells in the secret place of the Most High shall abide under the shadow of the Almighty."  Ps. 91:1.  How I love that secret place.  That beloved, intimate, just me and my Savior place.  But do I dwell there?  Dwell means to live there.  Or do I just vacation there when there is nothing going on and then go back to "my house"?  Chewing on that tonight :)  If my life is truly His, my house should be bulldozed and there is nothing left standing but that secret place.  Under my Almighty's Shadow :)   I love you, Jesus.
 
 
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