I just drank out of the faucet.
It was cold and clear and delicious.
In all likelihood, I won't get diarrhea.

I've been trying to write my prayer update, and words can't seem to flow well. In fact, my thoughts about the last four weeks in Mexico are pretty jumbled. Please ask God to give me an understanding of what's going on with my emotions (I DO have emotions, I've discovered.) and my trust in him.