I spent this past semester in the Dominican Republic learning Spanish and working at a Women's Center. Especially at the beginning of the semester, I would frequently find myself lost in conversations - not the kind of lost where time and place seem to fade away because I'm so intrigued with what the other person has to say, but the kind of lost where people are talking at me and I haven't a clue of what they are saying. One of the most common and comical ways this would play out would be when my host mom would approach me and rattle off something in Spanish. After a moment of staring blankly as my response, she would gesture and say "Vamos!" ("Let's go!") and I would know to get in the car. I would then scamper into the backseat like a little kid without a clue as to where we were going or how long we might be gone. I just knew an adventure was beginning and my mom would take care of me. I think this is a lot like our walk with Christ. We don't always understand what God is doing or where He is taking us, but we must trust the voice that calls to us, "Vamos!" and rest in the knowledge that an adventure is beginning and He will take care of us.
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