Friday, May 30, Miami

La Carreta, the Cuban restaurant in the Miami airport, has mediocre food, but phenomenally flavorful habanero hot sauce. It was still tingling warm in my gut the realization hit, "I'm not sure what I'm doing here." I'm confident of God and His presence, but I'm curious what I can do in Peru without Spanish. I am also fearful of how spiritual warfare could materialize on this trip. My eyes are getting heavy and I hope I can sleep refreshingly on the plane, which would be a first. I will need to rely on God for everything on this trip, yet I feel remarkably comfortable about that.