mexico + canada nat
by joy soaked words
The Mexico Nat, was so carefree and daring. She didn’t let the language barrier stop her from reaching out and loving people with all she had. She didn’t let the calories stop her from eating mocha cake and tacos. She went to Mexico thinking she knew God. Then God was like nope you don’t really know me, but let me show you how to know me. Now, she knows God with a passion, passion that doesn’t burn out with each passing day. Mexico Nat missed Canada Nat like heck.
Canada Nat is full of the same kind of passion, but instead of mocha cake and tacos it’s kraft dinner and brownies. It’s late nights in dorm rooms and friends from Africa and the Bahamas. She still pours her heart out in the blog. Canada Nat misses Mexico Nat like heck.
I remember flying to Mexico and wanting to have the pilot turn around because I was so scared. I remember meeting jewel on the plane, and knowing I had made my first friend. I remember not being able to handle the spicy tacos in the beginning and not being able to get enough spice at the end. I remember sweet Jesus and dream filled conversations as we hailed taxis and downed lattes at looney bean.
I wish I could go back. So badly. I want the sun on my face and the sounds of waves crashing to wake up to again. I know I’ll go back again to visit the place where I really began to know God.
I don’t want to live in the past.
The past is so full of sweet sweet memories, and life lessons learned. Growing times. Stretching and often full of tears. God rescued me.
I want to live in the present. I never want to be so caught up in the past that I miss the beautiful things that are always happening around me.
The memories are sweet.
But so is the present.
I wrote this blog posts on the notes on my phone. I don’t have access to my laptop right now, and I didn’t want to forget what I was writing about.
I also don’t usually dedicate my blog posts. Today, I want to dedicate this blog post to a very close friend of mine. Somebody who showed me what it means to not care what people think. Who shaved all her hair off because she always hid behind it. Who laughed non stop and skipped intersession with me to eat Nutella and dream together. Who is so passionate about Mexico that she did her outreach there. I’ve never met someone quite like her, one who loves her city more then anything and was always open for hugs. Maggie, I miss you like heck. I know I’ll see you soon.
Hugs + blessings + His grace,