ALWAYS BE PREPARED.

Not just a boy scout motto. We made it to Moyobamba yesterday afternoon. Per usual, I had a beautiful plan of the way I thought things should go. Per usual, life happened, things didn't happen according to my plan, things were misplaced, schedules adjusted, comfort zones stretched, AND not finding time to blog! That's why I love Moyobamba. I am constantly learning to slow down and appreciate the happy moments that often accompany frustrating circumstances. At rhe airport, Victor embracing me with a hug, wearing the most genuine smile I've seen in ages, at the same moment I realize I left an envelope of cash in the seat pocket of the plane I had deboarded hours ago. My carelessness was disappointing but I could not let it be overshadowed by the amazing love Victor has for our group. Our group gathered for a time of devotion this evening as Bill shared with us the beauty of a crescendo. Most often associated with music as the build up before anticipated notes, the term crescendo can also apply to our daily lives and our spiritual journeys. My favorite thing about a crescendo is that it cannot occur without the build up, which more often than not, will include not-so-wonderful events. In the midst of serving others, in a country far from home, hearing a language that is not my own, I find myself still trying to maintain control. I've been so busy mentally documenting the minor unexpected events (such as melted chex mix and unfriendly airplane passengers) that I am forgetting to appreciate the beautiful crescendo that has been building all along. Some might say, no pain--no gain, I prefer "being mindful in moments of despair", or in my case, moments where my first world attitude of entitlement gets in the way of the bigger picture. The potential for a crescendo is just around the corner. Or might wait to hit you until you've traveled thousands of miles to a remote village. Either way, it's worth the wait. I am learning to value goodnight hugs and kisses from Abuelita just as much as I value digging the deepest hole at the work site. I'm learning the moments of sweating in the sun, my legs strattling a ditch with a pick-ax, in solidarity with our Peruvian brothers and sisters are the moments to be treasured. I hope to write more soon!! Buenas Noches!! PS: tried a beef heart tonight, wasn't life changing, but atleast I gained some street cred with my traveling companions! PPS: always be prepared, but be ready for your crescendo.