A weekend...

It's Monday...
and I am exhausted.
Let me recap my weekend as best I can:

1)Prayer meeting
2)Baking cookies till 1:30 in the morning
3)Last minute decision to go sight-seeing
4)Crazy car rides
5)Getting lost
6)Driving on train tracks
7)Nearly driving off a bridge
8)Hiking through a beautiful park to find a castle
9)Touring a castle and beautiful monastery
10)Getting locked out of the park we needed to go through to get to the car
11)Walking for an hour in the dark trying to figure out how to find the car
12)Praying that I wouldn't have to call the police to help me find the car
13)Finding a man and working up the courage to explain the predicament in Portuguese
14)Hearing him promise he'd help us find the car...and then mutter the word, "matar" which means "to kill"
15)Deciding not to tell my colleagues (who didn't understand Portuguese) that we may or may not live through the night
16)Replaying the conversation with the word "matar" in it about forty-five times in my head...and finally figuring out that he meant a dog...not us.
17)Finding the car after walking what felt like an eternity in the dark
18)Praising the Lord for the kindness of random Portuguese strangers
19)Church
20)Lunch with my friends...lots of Portuguese...
21)Trying to concentrate on Portuguese while my brain is desperately wanting to shut down and sleep
22)Coming home from lunch and realizing I had ten minutes until I had to leave to go sing at another church
23)Realizing I couldn't find the lyrics to the song I was supposed to sing
24)Running through the song with my friend one time
25)Driving an hour to the church
26)Walking in and realizing it was utter chaos
27)Singing without ever running through the song, or even checking sound...or for that matter even knowing when I was supposed to sing
28)Kissing and hugging all sorts of people I didn't know (it was like the Portuguese version of "I'm so glad I'm a part of the family of God..." when we all used to hold hands...only not so much hand-holding...and much more kissing and hugging)
29)Feeling very American and trying to force myself to be okay with tight spaces, no personal space, and loud noise...and chaos.

And here I am...Monday morning. Tired, but alive. Grateful to have this time here. And wrestling deep in my heart with what feels like my heart being broken in two. I'm so in love with people here...and my life here... and yet I can't figure out all that God is doing or why He is allowing certain things.
I don't know.
But I know He does.
And in time...He'll show me when I'm ready.