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So I checked back into reality today. Got to the office around 7:30 am and after a download with the boss man I spent more than hour just sorting through my emails (junk, not junk, action items, non-action items.) There’s a to-do list somewhere in there. I guess I’ll get to that on Tuesday. I also reactivated my phone today. My phone was stolen in Honduras the night before we left. It’s amazing how dependent we are on those things. At 8:00 pm I set a kitchen timer for 9 hours and 30 minutes. It would serve as my alarm clock. (thank goodness it worked)

It was funny to hear from my coworkers that I looked refreshed but I think that is just exactly how I feel (felt). It reminded me of a song that I’ve had stuck in my head over the past few days.

Surely the presence of the Lord is in this place

I can feel His mighty power and His grace

I can hear the brush of angel’s wings

I see glory on each face

Surely the presence of the Lord is in this place

But as I think about the presence I’ve felt over the past week, I’m also reminded of the importance of another type of presence.

Taken from the pages of my “40 Days to Personal Revolution” book by Baron Baptiste:

Someone once asked the Buddha, “Are you a god?”

“No,” He replied.

“Are you a saint?”

“No.”

“Then what are you?” they asked.

“Awake.”

My hope for each of you is to be awakened in your own life. To be present in everything you do and to feel the presence of your god.

Day two

By far the shittiest day of the trip….

We convened on the porch for devotion at 7:30, followed by breakfast of beans, plantains, eggs, pancakes and chorizo. This would be the only day we slept in the entire trip. After breakfast we traveled to San Francisco to visit the people we would be serving. We were greeted by singing, praise, dancing and marimba playing. Afterwards we walked to the Alpha Y Omega church and soup kitchen which would serve as home base for the week ahead. We split into groups to deliver bags of food to the local families. On one of our visits, I witnessed as a family asked God into their hearts for the first time. We prayed for their health. We prayed for new opportunities. We prayed that they would always feel the presence of God’s love.

As we were waiting for the bus to pick us back up, a shitty thing happened. A bird dropped a load of crap right onto my head. They say it is good luck to be crapped on by a bird.  At the end of the trip, when no one was injured and only a few had experienced the revenge of Montezuma, I feel it was a just sacrifice.

After the 45 minute bus ride to Los Glorias, we had lunch then helped the medical team sort pills. I was able to squeeze in some hammock time but had to ignore the very loud marimba playing taking place 30 feet away.

The evening activities were quite amusing. We headed back to San Francisco to watch a 2 hour movie on Jesus. It was in Spanish and did not have subtitles, (at least I knew the storyline.) We arrived back home around 9:30 and it was straight to bed. From now on, devotion started at 6:30. If you didn’t get there before 6:15, you’d have to wait until breakfast for coffee.