FRAZZLED!

Ok, so there are no specific spiritual insights, observations relative to social justice or any such ting today.  I'm just frazzled!  Yep, frazzled.  My two pet peeves about Jamaica have boiled over and I'm just out done.  The fact that I didn't get much sleep last night (Yeah, found a lizard in the shower with me, ran out of the bathroom so quickly, I thought there had been a miracle and I was totally healed!)

Pet peeve #1.  The smell of burning trash!  Yep.  People just burn trash.  Although I understand that there is a law against it, who would bother to obey the law?  Who would bother to enforce the law?  No one.  Sometime the smell just consumes me and make me a little nauseated.

Pet peeve #2.  Locks.  Not these locks.

It's these locks that bother me.

Yes, locks.  The gate to the driveway is locked.  The gates on the veranda are locked.  The bars on the windows are locked.  The bars over the doors are locked after the door itself is locked.  Psychologically I feel a bit imprisoned.  (Just sayin'.)

I just have travelers burn-out.  Nothing personal, Jamaica, just missing my husband and daughter.  I guess the fact that today's her sweet sixteen party doesn't help!  Add to the stress of having to preach in the morning, not having had a quiet moment to process, meditate, and work out my sermon in a manner I'm accustomed to certainly doesn't help either.

So there!  I've vented, I feel better, and guess what?  The mission must continue!

So I guess I'll just crash for a little while and get back at it.  I'll give it my best, God get's to do the rest.  Wheeewwwww!  Thanks for listening.