Between this year and last, there are numerous contrasts:
This year, I take UNINTERRUPTED naps.
Last year I was an okay nurse, a poor veterinarian, an unsuccessful farmer, an inconsistent mother, a self-taught stick-shift driver, a rookie boss, a rat's worst nightmare, a frustrated school director, a mosquito's daily bread, a poor excuse for a relief worker, an almost teacher, a bad electrician, a promising mechanic and a missionary without her sanity.
This year I'm a normal administrator.
Last year I missed people so bad it hurt.
This year I have friends who live here AND speak English.
Last year I thought everyone hated me.
This year I'm planting trees with the prime minister.
Who's having a good time now?
That would be ME.
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Crash! Another missionary just told me here that the second year of work is different from the first. I love how the Lord is teaching you to appreciate the lessons of both this year and last. Love you! Hugs and Spanish kisses.
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