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I am back home. Christmas break was wonderful. It was a much needed time away. It was great to see family, to get some rest and to have some great friend time. Yet still, I was excited to get on that plane headed back to Belize, and I was even more excited to walk off that plane into the 90 degree heat of this amazing country. There really isn't anything I love more than 90 degree January days.

I was thinking today- something that I like to do occasionally- about where I was last year at this time. It is so neat for me to look back and see what God has done since then. Last January I was considering applying to MTW but had no idea where I wanted to go, I was getting ready to graduate and was basically confused by life. Not that I have much more figured out now, but I do know that it was God's will for me to be here in Belize. That is evident to me more and more every day. It is awesome to see how when I actually stopped freaking out about it God totally directed my plans. He brought me here, to Belize, for a reason. I could have ended up anywhere else in the world, but it was His will to bring me here. He knew that this was where I would be best used at the time. The people that are in my life now He brought across my path for His perfect plan to be accomplished. How cool is that?

I am so bad about stressing out about the future and about what God might have planned next for me. But when I stop and think about it I realize that He has never before left me stranded, and I have no reason to fear that He might this time. God is amazing and He has given me a life to enjoy.

I really am in love with life... Yesterday when I went to school for the first time since being back I went into my class room to clean things up. These huge ants had invaded my room- they were everywhere. One of my students, who was with me at the time, called them "flesh eating ants." She said that when they bit you it felt like they were ripping out a piece of flesh. That made me pretty determined not to be bit by them. Bug spray doesn't kill them, so we spent almost an hour stomping them all to death. We were running around the room trying not to get bitten and squishing as many ants as possible. By the time we finally killed the last one the whole floor was littered with ant bodies. Wendy and I laughed as we stood there staring at all the ants we had killed. When else do you get to chase a bunch of ants around trying to squish them? Things like this just make me laugh. Life is random....