Fast Paced Heart

In two days, my flight leaves, and if everything goes as planned, I will be on it.

These days, when I talk about going, my heart starts to beat faster and faster.  I actually breathe harder, and my mind starts to race.  I only have one dose of typhoid medication left, which means I really must be close!  Really, three-four months is not that long, and although I am trying not place a label of "life-changing" on this experience, I still sometimes think of it that way.

I received my "Guatemala Rough Guides" tour book in the mail yesterday.  While flipping through the Quetzaltenango section of the book at lunch today, my dad noticed that ICA (my school) was not listed on the recommended language schools page; in fact, it wasn't listed anywhere.  Taking a break from my unfocused attempts to clean my room, I have spent the past couple hours searching the internet for reviews on schools in Xela.  While most schools received a mixture of good and not so good, some schools did stand out, and I wonder why I didn't choose one of them.

I know in my head that worrying will not help, and I may very well have been saying the same thing about another school, had I chosen it.  Still, I am craving peace and security, and I don't feel like I have it.

If you could pray that I accept things as they come, that God will give me peace, and that if problems arise, that He will provide me with other options or ways of changing my situation (preferably that Augustana agrees with!).

Thank you for praying (and for marvelous good-bye hang-out times and suppers!)

Please keep me posted on how you all are doing!