Full. Full. Full. Full. Full. Refuel.

(p.s. this photo has absolutely nothing to do be with full. It was really cold one day, so I put on all my warm clothes, including the spandex under the jeans, and took and picture.)

This past week has been full. 

Full of a variety of things. 

Full of Rain. For the past week, actually probably much longer, closer to 10 days, we have had rain, almost non-stop. Sometimes it's soft and sweet, sometimes it's hard and scary sounding-like it's going to come right thru my roof and soak me while I am sleeping nice and warmly in my bed. I think this is the most rain that I've seen fall upon this place since I've lived here. I just keep thinking: what if it were cold enough for this to be snow? I'm certain that it would be like being at the top of a ski lift in CO. :) Nice, but only for a few days. This has lasted much longer. 

Full of Prayer. Most of my days and weeks are full of prayer. It just feels like this past week and a half, God has placed certain, very specific things in my path to pray about. It's an honor to get to pray to God, and He has given me, He always does give me, plenty of chances to come before His throne. 

Full of Work. I'm talking about both kinds of my work: school work and design work. I am feeling a bit overwhelmed this week with work. It will get better, it always does, but for a time God has been keeping my hands full and busy of glorious things that He is trying to accomplish through me. 

Full of Naps. I must say, without my approval and sometimes without my acknowledging it, my body takes naps. Sometimes, I know that I won't be able to get through the rest of the day without a siesta. Even though Hondurans do not take siesta's like Mexicans supposedly do: I join the Mexicans in post-lunch rests. No more than 20 or so minutes will really give me a bit of extra energy.  Sometimes I give into unsolicited naps; like tonight:

In fact, after tonight, I knew for certain that I need to take a step back and gain some rest and sanity. I am one to really push and push myself until, sometimes, there is nothing left to push with or my body gives in and contracts some kind of sickness, therefore causing me to slow down. Tonight, we ate dinner. It was so good, I was so full. I had thirty minutes until I had to go down the hill and help my 8th grader study for her Science test. I laid on the bed while I waited for time to pass. I remember trying to keep my eyes open, thinking: I'm not tired, I can make it. An hour later, and thirty minutes late for our study session, I wake up to the phone ringing. I was so terribly confused. I answered the phone, and when I heard her voice, I knew what I was suppose to be doing. I started thinking to myself: what have you been doing? Have you had dinner? Why do you feel nauseous? How did you fall asleep? Either way, I feel asleep, got an extra hour of unsolicited rest and now, as I write this, I am unable to fall asleep at the appropriate time; when it's time to sleep.

Full of Mud. My clothes, my hair, my shoes, my room, my house, my backpack, my EVERYTHING is full of mud. Ok, well, maybe that is an exaggeration, but there is mud just about everywhere around this place right now. It's hard to keep clean and dry during rainy season, that's for sure. 

Refuel. I have decided, it's time to refuel. I need to be full, but not so full that I can't function properly and do my best work. I need to be full of the things that will fill me up and give me energy. My calendar has been full of a lot of stuff, things that are energizing to me, but they can also take a lot out of me. So, time to take a step back, relax and refuel.