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I feel like a jumbled mass of motives and wants and intentions all pulling me in a different direction. My life feels messy. I guess that’s probably just how life is. Just like a big bowl of spaghetti.

Sometimes I think following God equals being in solitude, saying prayers, and thinking only of ‘heavenly things‘. But, that’s not it at all. Not by a long shot. God is so much more organic and creative and messy than that. Far from the monastery I am. Instead of solitude I live in a house full of voices and feelings and emotions. Instead of ‘heavenly things’ I am obliged to think about dirty diapers, hurting teenagers, and hot dogs on the grill. Instead of long, deep-voiced prayers my conversation with God usually amounts too “Help me God!”.

My life is messy. Yet, through all these things I am with God and he is with me. He is speaking to me. He is teaching me. He is shaping me. All of that happens by means of the things he has me doing everyday . . . not in spite of them.

Samuel is busy today hanging out with his mom, making dirty diapers, and drinking milk.

He seems to like the outside world. He is, however, a little tired after the LONG day yesterday.

It’s amazing to see, after so many months, what God has been knitting together.

I promised Amanda that I’d take her shopping so yesterday we decided to try it. As you can see we got Sophie loaded up in her stroller. (We bought this stroller at a Peruvian garage sale for S/. 40, Que ganga!).

She did pretty good for a while . . . . but then she decided to use the bathroom . . . .which normally is ok since she still wears diapers. But every once and a while the diapers just don’t have what it takes to hold it all in if you know what I mean.