Some time ago, a bag of baby mandarin oranges appeared in the middle of the staff table. The donor still remains a mystery. I believe that God may have placed them there himself. Have you ever seen a slice of orange so tiny and perfect? They were tangy, but not tart- sweet, but just enough to soften the edge.
I bring this up, again, like the flowers yesterday, to remind myself of the little treasures that Guatemala has to offer, and to remind myself that things made by man- running water, and electricity pale to the perfection found in nature.
Have a beautiful weekend.