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During our first semester in Jamaica, we concentrated on settling in. Ron worked on his courses that were all new. I was learning about the culture: reading books on the country, black history, reading the newspaper, and getting to know our community and fellow missionaries.

During our first semester in Jamaica, we concentrated on settling in. Ron worked on his courses. I was learning about the culture and the town. Click To Tweet

We returned to the US after graduation to have our baby and Dawn was born June 24, 1971. I was delighted  she came before the birthday of our first little girl. It was a huge relief!

Eating my words…again!

Remember how I said I wasn’t sure I was going to ever learn to drive in Jamaica? Well, I ate those words along the way. Sometime during our first full school year, I learned to drive a car there. I don’t think I would ever have done it if I would have had to take a driving test, but I think my US license was okay. I probably had to buy some Jamaican paper to certify that it was good enough, but as long as I kept the US license up to date, we were ok.

I never drove a US car there with the steering wheel on the left side. I always drove a car that was made to be driven in Jamaica and driven on the left side of the road. As long as I did that, it was a piece of cake. Fortunately, I had learned to drive a stick shift car because the cars we had to share on campus included at least one stick shift car.

But after the first couple of years, they went to cars owned by individuals and away from sharing cars. We bought the shared cars and others available in the community without much difficulty. That way, the people who used the cars paid for them and it didn’t get complicated when everyone needed to pick up kids or go to the same activity at the same time!

Safety wasn’t the factor it is now. There were no safe car seats. There were no seat belts.

Of course, we didn’t have car seats then. Our babies were in infanseats, usually on the floor. Most of the time, we didn’t even have seat belts. It seems hard to imagine in this day and age! Miraculously, GOD watched over us in a place where preventative driving was not much of a consideration, nor was safety for that matter!

When I look back now, I am amazed that we weren’t in more accidents. GOD’s protection was ever present!

Challenge: Can you look back on times in your life when you said, “I will never…” Now you find you either are or you want to eat those words? It is possible. Think about why you didn’t want to do the thing in the first place and what has changed since then. Maybe you have matured. Maybe life has taken turns you didn’t anticipate. Maybe the reasons you didn’t think you would or should ever do that thing are no longer important.

Eating our words, particularly over things we said when we were younger and didn’t know any better, are often a sign of wisdom.