Yesterday we went to church. A little presbyterian church about a 15 min walk from home. We're no presbyterian, but who cares. We needed really badly to worship the Lord and the fact that everything was in Spanish really didn't matter much. God is the same everywhere, we just relate a little differently; because when the pastor says, "Jesu Cristo", it's my savior's name, and when they sing about their love for God, I share in their love for Him. The Holy Spirit speaks whatever language you do and yesterday He spoke renewal and fellowship and life to Jenny and I. The service started at 10:45 or so and by 1:00 they were done. Good teaching, at least what little I understood. I'm really thankful for that Spanish-English Bible, by the way.
I have some tummy critter but I finally started antibiotics and that seems to help. Thank you for all you who pray for our health. Just because I've got a few problems in the plumbing doesn't mean God's answering no. Jenny and Deacon are great. Its just life in Guatemala.
I tell you what. Life is good. I don't mean its easy or happy, although there are moments of that. What i mean is that God is good and He gives me life. So whatever life He gives, it's good. I think I want that on my tombstone, "God is good." Wouldn't that be interesting? Anyway, today we stop speaking English except at night. Not easy. But we ain't gonna learn Spanish speaking English all day!
Oh, we bought a turkey yesterday. Butterball. How funny is that? And turkey here is almost as much as steak. No T-day in Guatemala.