Neither The bee nor The whale

Things aren't always what they seem, or even all what they are sometimes.  The title for today's post comes from a practice phrase I was given trying to learn another language.  Upon reading it, I was sure it meant something deeper.  Search as I might...I think it is just a practice phrase for learning.  But I like it nonetheless.  Sometimes things that seem small might be big, and vice versa.  I am speaking metaphorically, as usual, of course.  

Talk about culture shock.  People still ask how we are doing adjusting to the US.  (Thanks for asking by the way if you were one of those people!)  To be honest, I don't really think about it that often, we stay pretty busy and so I don't have a lot of down time to dwell on it, and I am also not quite sure how to answer the question.

But yesterday trying to get ready for school, Soren came upon a new (to him) type of milk jug, and when he tried to open it and came upon the pull tab instead of a screw lid...he lost it.  Temporarily of course, but it was just a brief insight into the fact that although well adjusted...sometimes that bee can jump up out of the water and make a big splash.​  At that point, nothing made sense here, everything was weird or different, and it just was a brief melt down about a milk jug.

Cecilia was very happy to find out about a Latino festival about 1/2 hour away from us.

Sometimes I am not sure how to respond I guess just because things ultimately are just different.  I can get used to things either way, but then...I am different as well.  Cecilia wishes we had a Ford truck here in the US.  Nonsense I say, in my US mindset, thinking that although they are popular, we certainly don't need one.  And then, in my Honduras mind, I recognize why she thinks they are awesome and how cool it is to have one.  There are many such things that are different, or different about myself being in one place or another.  That can be...hard sometimes.  



As you can see from the picture, Cecilia is still clearly identifying Honduran (that is the flag being painted on her face) but also very much adapting to living here, and likes especially that she can drive and have a job.  Independence that isn't possible in Honduras, at least not for a while.  

Negatives?  Sure, there are some, but that is life everywhere really, why dwell on them?  I will admit to noticing from time to time when I talk with the kids in Spanish in public, which we know probably seems a bit odd to some people but we enjoy, I can sometimes seemingly pick up a negative vibe from others, although no one has said anything straight to our face.  Doesn't seem to stop us though, imagine that. 

There will be some more adjusting to be sure, and hopefully reflection and growth.  That is the idea at any rate, and hopefully making more Kingdom connections for the mission while we are here.  

The picture below is something Cecilia made in Honduras, showing ties to family in Indiana.  And then she added a caption to it when we got to the US and she hung it up right near the main door to house.

Ultimately it speaks to me in a big way, and also buzzes in my ear.   

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