Cloth Diapers

I am part of an elite minority: woman who know how to change cloth diapers. Well, minority in my culture; cloth diapers happen to be commonly used throughout the world... not in the U.S, that's for sure. Cloth diaper?

It's an intriguing blessing, having the opportunity to watch these two babies experience the most rapid period of mental and physical growth in a humans life (outside the womb). They recognize objects, speak in their own baby gibberish, and our beginning the utilization of the supporting appendages that are planted at the bottom of their legs. It's some cool stuff.

I've been on time for devotionals every day so far, Praise God; and am trying my best to attend every meal.

Bible reading, crocheting, Facebook, and sun flower seeds consume my free time.

I miss my family.

And I miss Penryn.

I'm wondering what I'm going to do with myself when I go away to college and get married and officially move out. I might have to be my parents' neighbor for the rest of my life. ;)

I miss speaking English all the time, too. I get chills when I hear an English word spoken aloud.
But I would trade all the chills, all of the Hellos, to be serving God like I am right now and growing in Him as I am right now. I came to Mexico to help others, and I am being helped. I have mixed feelings about that.
It feels good being inspired and improved, but at the same time it feels selfish.
I have to brag for a moment. My roommate, Cheli, is AMAZING. The most solid, well-rounded, inspirational, intelligent woman of God I have ever known. She gets up at 4 O’clock every morning just so she’ll have enough time to read her Bible for a half hour before we head to Devotionals. And after breakfast she’ll turn on the MP3 on her phone and worships in her bed; and prays; and cries. And if she has a spare moment or any freetime, she reads--mostly the Bible. It appears her whole heart is in her relationship with God, just as He desires.
I tried to delete my Facebook a while back, but I had to get back on for a phone number and never deleted again; I have been on nearly every day since. I think I’m really going to delete it. I know God wants me to, and I have a feeling that if I want a relationship with Him that’s as fruitful as Cheli’s, I’m going to have to take initiative to eliminate my distractions. I bet that if she had distractions like Facebook or anything, that she would be just like me. But who knows?