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  • Writer's pictureKelly

Sleeping In

I have a confession, I'm not a morning person. One of the greatest joys of my life is sleeping late. Sleeping in means there's no schedule, no demands. It means freedom to rest. What a precious gift!

One word I use to describe our lives in Honduras is unpredictable. And that was certainly the case this week. What started out as a frantic week of classes, activities and appointments has turned into three relaxing days of peaceful hibernation. Initially I had some anxiety. After all, the country was thrust into turmoil by protesters and police in riot gear (something not altogether uncommon here, but still a bit unnerving). But with schools closed and roads blocked, I found myself unexpectedly free. And in the midst of all the chaos, I rested.

We're safe, renewed and ready to get back to work again today. And I'm grateful things are getting back to normal. I don't know if my ability to find peace in the lawlessness of the past few days means that I've become too accustomed to the violence that often surrounds us or if I'm just learning to make the best of a bad situation. But I do know that I certainly appreciated a few extra hours to dream.



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