I Had A Grape Time In Berlin, Hiney.

I’m fairly certain that at some point, somehow, just prior to me leaving for Belize, I made some SILLY statement about keeping up my blog, etc., while I was gone. And I know that because it’s all there in black and… well… whatever that color is. And I did do that very thing for 2 whole days. Wow… get down with my bad self and get right back up again because that’s where it all stopped. I have many excuses and reasons for not keeping my promise (did I actually MAKE a promise??):

• Wireless internet in Caye Caulker was not all that great. Now that wasn’t totally true if you stayed in one of two rooms at the Tropical Paradise where you had GREAT internet or if you sat outside in the gazebo, but my laptop wouldn’t recognize the wireless connection. So my options were to consistently borrow someone’s laptop and either hang in the gazebo or crash in someone’s room. Neither option was all that appealing to me since there was so much other stuff to do. Besides, believe it or not, I have this serious phobia about being an imposition to someone.
• Of course, there was always my iTouch (or iPod Touch for those of you who are touchy about it being called an iTouch). Wherever there was internet, my iTouch would connect. But, have you tried typing out large amounts of text on those things? Not fun. And with “auto correct” I end up saying things like, "I'm having a GRAPE time in Berlin, hiney!"
• Then once we were down in Punta Gorda my chances of connecting to the internet were greater. However I had given my laptop away to someone in Caye Caulker, so I was back to having a grape time in Berlin, hiney.

But the truth of the whole matter is that by day 3 or 4 I was so overwhelmed with what I was reading, where my prayers/thoughts were taking me and with what was going on that I just was quite incapable of putting feet to my thoughts. So instead I just internalized it all and prayed for clarity of mind and that at some point I'd be able to unpack all this STUFF going on and share it with y’all.

I devoured “Crazy Love” and gave it to a friend down there before I left. Now I feel like I need to go get another copy and take my time reading and let all the things that caused me to think and cry and get pumped about, sink in and take root. But for now, I’ll be content to slowly try to understand all that God is saying and doing.

Wash your wear theater to encompass this with metropolitan (seriously gotta turn the auto correct off!).