Blog from January 18th...

Detour….
So I haven’t really been blogging much. It is a shame also cause there has been so much happening. Adam came to visit Liberty and him and I befriended the Ugandans there on Camp. One of them Diana told us that there was a Church service there in their living camp and so he and I decided to go. It was dark out as we drove around base in search of “Tent 50” which is the Church. When we finally got there we had to walk amidst the T walls in the dark and were only able to find its location because of the booming sound of what sounded like a tent full of strong voices singing Hallelujah over and over. We walked toward the source of the sound… opened the tent door…to find only a handful of people swaying with eyes closed and voices shouting to the Lord. It was one of the most magnificent feelings that I have ever had worshipping with the Ugandan people. There is something Big about finding yourself as a Mexican American… In Iraq… worshipping with Ugandans. It is such an amazing feeling knowing that God brought you across the world just so that he could give you that opportunity.
I can’t even describe how sweet the members of the church were and Adam and I attended their service everyday of that week that we were together at Liberty. One of the days that week Brad, Richard, Staley, Tek, Adam and I were driving home from the Chow Hall when I started talking about how I really wanted to be able to see the Sabers at the IZ and be able to fly in a Black Hawk and how I wished that I were at a smaller base with a smaller store where I would be able to meet more soldiers and have more personal one on one contact with my customers. I kid you not… THE NEXT DAY I was working in the container yard moving merchandise when my Boss’s boss comes up to me and tells me that I am going to be moving to the IZ, taking a Black Hawk over there, going to a small store, and going to be able to see my sister on a regular basis. Praise the Lord for knowing my hearts desires and having it in the works before I even knew or thought to voice that I wanted those things. I am still amazed as I sit here in my new room, after a long day at my new store, with my new roommate. Which is another thing… she is an interpreter for the military and is from Jordan originally but is an American. She is Muslim and devout at that. All of the time she is in the room she is reading the Quran and she wakes up at midnight every night to pray. It should be interesting living with her. I wonder why God put us together. I need to be strong and voice my faith and be willing to stand up for it if need be. I tend to shy away from being vocal when I am in contact with people who are strong in other faiths. I can’t wait to see what the Lord is doing here and what he has planned. Maybe I am supposed to learn Arabic… who knows.