The word was going to be "gray" because that was my morning. Gray asphalt under gray skies to match my gray mood. I don't know why I was down other than the fact that my emotions like to mess with me sometimes. I was discouraged that the new friends I'm making in this second half are very temporary (e.g. my two super sweet roommates last night both have medical injuries so they're taking a day off; cute boy David with whom I hit it off right away keeps walking ahead; etc.), and for some reason the distance I have left to cover still feels so big. Plus, I knew everyone at home would be spending the day barbecuing and watching fireworks, and I just wanted a Coke. Not a Coke Zero; the real one with all the sugar.
So it's a good thing the day didn't end after just a morning. I stopped in a bar that had Wifi and scooped up some encouragement from Facebook as well as a small Milka bar (always good medicine), and when I emerged, the sun was shining. The rest of the trek into Villafranca II went to a different tune.
When I stopped at some vineyards for lunch, I saw the two biggest butterflies to date prancing around each other and through the air, swooping up and down, enraptured in an obvious dance with each other. Thats's when I changed my word for the day. Sometimes life's dance is a slow waltz in gray, and sometimes it's a Riverdance on a rainbow. There are days when I expertly get through the dance and other times I'm fumbling with two left feet because it's new to me or I just plain don't like it. But the constant is that I always know the one who's leading me (props to Kate's Matins talk). He is sure footed and sees not just this dance but all of them until the end. I'll stick with him, no matter the color of the sky.
All right then, I'm off to find a Coke Zero.
We love you Kati! You are a great adventurer and wonderful faithful follower of Jesus Christ! But we are more than ready to see you as soon as you can get here, so hurry! Go Germany!
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