All I wanted was a Spanish workbook because in my Spanish class there is no homework since we meet every day for 2 hours. I didn't find anything I liked and to be honest I was irritated for some reason. I just wanted more time by myself looking at the books. But I couldn't get that since I was with a bunch of other people. So I decided to wait. To hold off and see if I liked anything else in the day. I ended up buying a sketch book. I haven't really been drawing. I just fell out of it. For some reason I get discouraged in my drawing.
The next store we went to our group downsized...and in this children's book store I found something. The Lion, the Witch, and Wardrobe in Spanish. Something so familiar to me becoming strangely different. My excitement in me rose. I haven't really been connecting excitement with Spanish. I have no idea why. But my learning to read this book gave me the excitement I needed.
What God has been teaching me.
A lot of times life for me involving God is like cracking a code. I have this problem. I need to solve it. I can solve it two ways. What my flesh wants and then what the holy spirit wants. I seem to crack the code before I even understand it myself. Once I do, I can feel the Reign of God flooding down on me. I feel the warmth of His hug and the strength in His voice has He tells me, "You've done well, faithful servant." I have had the chance many times this week to look back on what Christianity looks like from afar...the terminology is strange, the church attendance seems too much, the commitment is exhausting, it seems like a lot of work just for some God, and its a religion. I have also had the chance to express why I believe in a God. Also the chance to question why I keep to my faith. I am so thankful for the experience. I didn't think God would test me as much as he is right now. I thought it was going to be a struggle for me to keep faith in God here. I thought I was going to grow as a good person but not in my faith. I thought I was going to be drunk a lot. I thought Spain was a time away from "real" life. That is not AT ALL what my experience has been like. So DRASTICALLY different. I feel alive in different country unlike I do in the States.
When my Mother wasn't too sick yet, I prayed to God to test me. I prayed to Him to test me in a way that I would fall more for him. That he would chisel away the disgusting things in my being. That I would become his masterpiece.
[I haven't thought about that prayer again until today.]

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