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Day 2: cute kiddos and concrete

Monday, October 27th, 2008

I never expected a cold shower to feel good, but man, in this heat, it sure does! We’ve spent most of our second day sweating.

Yesterday afternoon, I was able to go swimming with about 30 children that are associated with El Ayudante, the organization we’re working with. It took me back to tour days, wading through a pool with three children clinging to each arm. (Okay, maybe not that many.) The only difference is that these kept shouting, “Hey! Muchacha!” instead of “Auntie!” to get my attention.

Today, Drew and I went our separate ways to our separate teams. He to construction, and me to a school. I didn’t envy his job in this heat. My team traveled over bumpy roads covered in trash and finally arrived at a small building on a corner. We went inside to find about twenty smiling faces, greeting us with,”Buenos dias!”

Two of the cute kiddos we worked wtith

Some of the cute kiddos we worked with

We then spent the morning teaching some short Bible lessons, doing crafts, and singing “I’ve got the joy, joy, joy, joy…” in Spanish. (Yo tengo gozo, gozo, gozo, gozo… It’s been in my head all day… all together now! Yo tengo gozo…) I had the special chance of acting out a Bible story for the kids, along with another team member. My acting skills aren’t so hot, but I think it passed this morning.  We passed out a snack to them, and watched some of them put it away to take to their families later. Then we took them outside and played with the frisbees they made during the craft time. I even got to kick a soccer ball around with some of the boys.
Drew and the guys mixing concrete with shovels

Drew and the guys mixing concrete with shovels

While I played with cute kids, Drew was working hard. And I mean hard. He and the rest of the construction team spent all day in the blazing sun and ridiculous heat mixing concrete… with shovels.
He told me about how he spent a large part of the day talking with the foreman. Between Drew’s limited knowledge of Spanish and the foreman’s limited knowledge of English, they managed to have a good conversation.
I have a feeling we’ll both sleep quite well tonight.
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Day 1: We’re here…

Sunday, October 26th, 2008

Well, the first leg of this adventure is complete. After a long layover in ATL, all 38 of us got on Delta Flight 69 and made the shortish flight to Managua, Nicaragua. The layover, in fact, was two hours longer than our flight. But we survived and were quickly introduced to how things are done here. After paying a $5 fee for a visa, our 70+ bags our team brought were loaded onto baggage carts and pushed right out to the bus. No inspection. Half of us didn’t complete customs declarations forms, and I didn’t get a chance to sign mine. I wanted to ask a few questions before completing it, but the offficer quickly grabbed ours and showed us the door.

After that, we had a two hour ride on an old school bus. It was late at night and cool, and as long as we were moving, the breeze was cooling. Finally we arrived at the compound, unloaded and headed to bed. Jamie had warned me before about the cold showers that would be awaiting me this week, but after being hot, nothing felt better. Soon I was in bed reflecting on the day.

This morning we all woke up early due to the two hour time difference. But I wasn’t tired, and enjoyed my breakfast of ham sandwiches and fresh fruit. After a trip to the store for supplies and prepaid cards for our cell phones, it was time to head to church.

Our church for the morning.

Our church for the morning.

 

At more or less 9:30 church started. I think it took longer than usual with sermon and other reading being done in English and Spanish. But it was an interesting time. I was happy that I have been able to pick out enough Spanish words to follow along with the songs. Half of the songs were tunes I knew, just not the words in Spanish. But the pastor did a great job of bringing the word and including all these visitors into the service. Jamie went with the children’s team to do the lesson for them and play with the soccer balls they brought. Being a sound and tech guy it was a little difficult. The church is beautiful with this nice tile floor, but it makes for horrible acoustics. Our team leader was smart enough to remind us all before we arrived that we don’t have all the answers, and the locals know how to do things. But we are also here to help and bring knowledge and experience. So afterwards I tried to talk to the music leader, and he showed me his gear, but I didn’t try to ‘fix’ it or change his whole setup. We walk a fine line here. We see so many things we can fix, but it doesn’t mean we know it all.

After church we had a great lunch with a beef and rice dish, and I experimented with the local hot sauce. It comes in a quart bottle, and with how hot it was, that bottle would help my future grandchildren experience this trip. My jaw dropped watching some of our team using it like I would mild picante at home. Wow.

So far so good. We’ll be busy but not overbooked. We’ll be overloaded with the things we see, but also allowed time to reflect and process what we’re going to do with this after we return home. I know that this won’t be my last mission trip, as Jamie and I talked long before we married about the place that missions, local and international, would have in our future lives. But some of the team are already planning future trips here and I’m pretty sure I’ll know by the end of this week if I’m going to want to be a part of them.

Futures and pasts…

Saturday, October 18th, 2008

So Drew and I met our Nicaragua team at 9:30 this morning. We didn’t drink too much at Brewfest on Friday night and didn’t show up hung over at church. Probably a good thing. Knee deep in suitcases, Spanish Bibles and medical supplies, it finally began to sink in that we are actually going. Next week. That gives me a sense of excitement, but also a sense of yikes! There’s a lot to do in a week. I hate the week before a big trip. Especially the night before a big trip. It seems that no matter how much preparation I may do beforehand, I’m still running around like crazy the week before getting stuff done and I always stay up too late the night before trying to cram that last sock into my suitcase. It’s remarkably like the week before a wedding, oddly enough. 🙂

So although there is a remarkable stress level, it was more excitement for me this morning. I’m mentally packing, trying to decide if I should take that pair of pants or that t-shirt. We went to Target today and picked up cute little deodorants and other travel size things. I can’t wait to get onto an airplane again, on my way to a new and exciting place. I’m actually even sorta excited to set foot in an airport again, as sick as that sounds. (I know that will wear off during our 6 hour layover in Atlanta.) I can’t wait to travel with my husband. I know he will keep things interesting.

While I’m mentally preparing for this future trip and how it will shape me, my life, my husband, and my marriage, I’m also reflecting back on past trips. I’ve been making slow progress at wading through some of the digital pics I took while on tour with the African Children’s Choir. Three years of volunteering produces many pictures, and I’m working on displaying the better part of them on my website. It seems that for me, looking at pictures of good memories is always bitter sweet. I laugh as I remember the details of the moment (often quite vividly) and then a pang of sadness hits my stomach as I long to be back in that moment. I miss it. It’s not that I don’t want to be in the current moment. I just miss that past moment.

Looking at many of my African Children’s Choir pics has been kind of hard for me lately. For awhile, when I finished touring, I was sure that God was leading me back to Africa to do some work there. So I sat and waited patiently for God to direct the next step. But it didn’t go where I expected. In fact, it didn’t go anywhere. I stayed put, which for a wandering traveler (at least for three years of her life) was pretty hard to stomach. Slowly, I came to the realization that Africa was not where God intended me to be for the moment. And although I was pleasantly surprised at where He did lead me (I wasn’t expecting marriage to materialize so soon, and I am ever thankful that it did!) it doesn’t always take away the pain of what couldn’t be. Sometimes my involvement with the African Children’s Choir feels like an unfinished book. I never closed that chapter because I didn’t think I was done. I never got that closure that I, as a female, so desperately need. So although I love to look through my pictures and relive my travels, sometimes it’s a painful task to process through some of the gunk in my head. And sometimes I just want to be back in that moment.

I continue to wade through a lot of this and hand it back to God. I’m trying to choose to not dwell on the past and instead look to the future. I know God has placed some intense passions in my heart and I have to believe that He will not leave me hanging. Plus, God’s throwing some pretty cool surprises my way… like being able to take a mission trip as a newlywed.

So if you’ll excuse me, I’ve got some shampoo to pack.

Anticipation

Thursday, October 16th, 2008

It’s almost time. I got some shots. I went to the bank and laundered money. Folks have told us we can use US currency in Nicaragua, as long as it is new and crisp. So I went to the bank and told them I wanted to launder some money. At least the teller laughed and didn’t call a manager. So, shots, check. Money, check. Suitcases, check. We are meeting at 9:30am on Saturday morning (ugh) to pack all of our mission supplies. Too bad Brew Fest is on Friday night. I guess I’ll have to take it easy hahaha!

Not too much left to do. I’m waiting for the codes to unlock our cell phones so we can use prepaid SIM cards instead of paying $3/min roaming. I need to write up a five minute mini-testimony to share with the team members one night. I need to pack my backpack, but that’ll be towards the end of next week. I’ve got my passport ready. But it seems like we’ve got a lot to do. I imagine next Friday I’ll be running around trying to get tons of stuff done, but now I’m just waiting to go.

Oh yeah, I have to write a sermon tonight for Greensboro