So, for the past two weeks, things have been a bit challenging:
On April 1, which happens to be April Fools Day, is when it all started. I was planning with Pastor Elvis about the shirts for my kids's soccer team. My computer was almost out of batteries, so I grabbed my charger, plugged it in the kitchen, and placed it on the table. Now, Hermano Jesse told me before that if I were to do that, to put something over it so that no one could see it so that no one would steal it. I knew this, but the pastors were here, and their kids were at the table where I plugged it in, so I thought, "It's all good. Nothing is going to happen when the pastors are here, plus their kids."
Yeah, right.
I left the church, washed my clothes, and then remembered that I had told one of my kids that I would help them with something. I ran to his house since it was late, but didn't tell anyone. It was during that time that the pastors had left. When I came back, I went to check something on my laptop, and it was gone. GONE. I flipped out a bit, but then calmed down and thought, "Maybe Pastor borrowed it for something. He didn't ask, which makes me upset, but maybe he did. I checked upstairs, in the office, the kitchen again. Nothing. I then remembered that no one could get into my computer without the password, so why would Pastor have borrowed it? I then remembered the day and thought that someone was playing a joke on me, but I then realized that that is just an American thing. My last thought was that maybe Hermano Jesse wad teaching me a lesson. After telling him what happened, then calling Pastor and telling him, I realized that he wasn't teaching me a lesson. I was learning it the hard way. The weird thing about it, though, was that the person unplugged my charger and placed the cord nicely on the table instead of taking it. Also, my notebook was on top of my laptop, and that was neatly placed to the side, as well. Weird.
Fast forward to Sunday, April 7. That night, we had chicharon for dinner, which, after asking several times what it is, is pork rinds. They soak them in salsa verde and heat them up. The taste is good, but my stomach hurts a little afterward every time. This was the third time, so I was kind of expecting it. Only, this time, it wasn't just a little bit. It hurt that night all the way to last Sunday. A little Sunday night, a bit more Monday, a LOT Tuesday, and normal pain from Wednesday until last Sunday, digressing a bit every day. The first Sunday was also accompanied by a headache, which lasted until Tuesday, and it turned into a migraine on Monday night. It hurt so bad, I couldn't even walk. I spent Monday night and Tuesday resting. I had to cancel the English class for the kids on Tuesday because of my ill condition.
I had asked Hermano Jesse to pray for me on Tuesday, so he did. He then told me on Wednesday that maybe the devil had asked God for me, just like he asked God for Job. After looking back on what happened to me, it seemed to make sense. First, my possessions (laptop), then my health, just like Job. Thankfully, no one died here, like Job's kids and servants did. Pastor Jesse telling me that reminded me that I need to thank God through everything and give Him all the praise and honor, no matter what happens and even if I don't understand. So I did.
Thank God I'm better now. I really think the devil was out to get me. Too bad, for him, I'm not turning away. NOTHING will EVER separate me from what God has called me to do. NOTHING.
Satan isn't happy with me, guys.
