Aliens

Today is shaping up to be a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day.

From the moment my alarm went off this morning not much has gone right. At some point during the morning I tried giving myself a "pep talk"...you know the ole' "I am convinced that life is 10% what happens to me and 90% how I react to it" speech. I can hear Chuck Swindoll in my head even now...and I do believe that but for some reason today I just didn't want to exert the effort to change my attitude. How lazy is that? It's one of those days where you just want to crawl away from the world. You ever have those days?

I don't know if it's b/c today at work I've felt more like this is not where I belong that ever before. Not that I don't get along with people here or that I don't like my job - it's not that at all. I just that I've become so sure of my "calling" that this doesn't feel like home anymore. But in all reality Brasil should never feel like "home" either. Because wherever we are we are only passing through. We are aliens in this land - I guess I just feel that more now than ever.

BUT!! As I learned last week at ABWE I need to not focus on my flesh but on my Father! And my Father is a Rock...