sometimes.

well, sometimes those little green bills can turn a person ugly,

and sometimes emotional breakdowns happen.

sometimes small children steal cell phones,

and sometimes large adults get angry and yell.

sometimes you find flies in your coffee,

and sometimes there are cockroaches in the cupboard.

sometimes pre-adolescent girls fight and bully,

and sometimes their protective young mothers throw strong words and threats into the streets.

sometimes moms want to pull their daughters out of school,

and sometimes you have to be the one to tell them no.

sometimes disagreements happen,

and sometimes they happen with your very own mama tica.

sometimes it is hard to talk about jesus,

and sometimes it results in tears and torn emotions.

sometimes home visits are a part of the job,

and sometimes you discover things you would rather not know.

sometimes it rains buckets for full consecutive days,

and sometimes this results in flooding&landslides&blackouts&no water&missing&lost persons.

sometimes it is hard living in a tiny community filled with intention,

and sometimes hard words are thrown, feelings are bruised and communication is broken.

sometimes working in impoverished communities puts you at risk for certain things,

and sometimes, i must say, sometimes you get lice.

sometimes.

well, sometimes this all happens in the very same week.

and then it is up to you not to get overwhelmed, and to simply say:

well, i suppose sometimes that is just life.

and continue to walk forward.