March 10, 2007
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my name is “Msquachel.” the Brasilian version of “Ms.Rachel.”
We had our first teacher meeting yesterday. one of the teachers brought up that one of the kids was carrying around a bottle of cologne. It was decided that it was my fault. Guilherme (pronounced gill-hu-el-me…or something close) came up to me one day smelling really good and i told him so. The next day he came (he is rather short) and told me to smell his head (it is this thing called a “cherio”). it smelled good and i said so. the next day he started carrying around cologne and spraying it everywhere before he saw me, and then commanding me to smell his head…
Please pray for Fernanda–one of the teachers at the school. She is getting some medical tests done…and the whole “i don’t know what i have” stuff is scary. and hard.
sometimes i wonder why i couldn’ta just chosen the easy life…but then i remember…it is because i chose the good life.
the most interesting moment of the week was finding my soap at the bottom of the toilet in my classroom. my Portuguese is not good enough to figure out just how it got there…
How quickly we take advantage of time and think we have forever. When time goes slowly, we slip into a rut of doing anything to make it pass. Forgetting that all moments are a gift–not just the ones that we are doing what we want or what we love or what we desire.
Rachel: do you ever get tired of all this?
God: yes
Rachel: and then what do you do?
God: I love
Rachel: why love?
God: because love is the greatest–and i am the greatest
Rachel: why is it the greatest?
God: because i made it that way. i chose it to be.2 Corinthians 4:7-9 Paraphrased by me
“I have this treasure–secret, power of God, His very presence, intimate relationship–stored in this jar of clay called my body–to show that i is all about God and not me *because how clearly it cannot be me*. Me? i am pressed in on every side, i feel stifled–but not crushed. i feel confused and i don’t have the answers–but still have hope, not despair. it is not easy, but i am not abandoned, i fall, but i am not destroyed.”
