As I was driving home tonight, I was thinking about my birthday and about how it is still so amazing to me that it happened and that it wasn’t a big deal to me. No one here knew about it or acknowledged it, and yet, I am ok with that. In fact, it was a good day. I realized that I was completely content in how things happened. This thought led me to think about the word content and it suddenly dawned on me…I am content…right now…with more than just a missed birthday. My life here isn’t perfect, my job isn’t perfect, my grandpa is still in the hospital, my uncle still has no job, Bush is still president, the war rages on, I have no clue where I’m heading next in life, my friend’s baby is still very, very sick, and I just got blue paint all over one of my favorite shirts…but despite all these things and more, I am content.
The realization and the reality of it are truly a gift from God. I’ve been in Guatemala for a little over a month now and I’m finally hitting my stride. I’m not saying that I’ve completely come to terms with all those things I just mentioned and I’m not saying that I’m overwhelmingly happy…but I am content. I am at peace. I am trusting in God’s grace to cover me every day.
And for tonight, that is enough for me.