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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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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.

The mission of marriage

Tuesday, September 30th, 2008

I know this blog was intended mainly to update people on the different types of mission work that Drew and I are involved in, but I had a thought for a blog that’s not exactly “mission work.” This blog is also serving to update you on our lives together, so I feel like this fits in just fine.

I sat down this morning with my Bible to attempt some quiet time. My devotional time has been a bit lacking as of late, and I’ve been attempting to rectify that. Plus, I have a friend (who is currently in Argentina teaching!) who has also been struggling with this same thing, and we made a pact to try to devote 15 minutes or so a day to devotional time. We’re going to keep each other accountable, even though we’re on separate continents at the moment. Since I wasn’t really feeling much like reading my Bible this morning, I suppose this revelation I’m about to share came out of that pact. So, thanks, Kathryn!

In the past, I’ve had Bible reading plans, which tell me what books and verses to read in the Bible. Or, maybe I’ll read through a particular book. I haven’t used anything like that lately, and some mornings I find myself flipping through randomly, trying to figure out what to read. I threw up a quick prayer to God about that this morning, wondering if I should be taking on some new Bible reading plan to motivate myself. This whole “read whatever you feel inspired to read” plan isn’t working so well for me some days. Drew talks often of a pastor that said something to the effect of: when you don’t know what to read, read Proverbs, and read the chapter that corresponds to the day of the month. Okay, so I flipped to Proverbs. I read chapter 30, which contains one of my favorite verses:

“…give me neither poverty nor riches, but give me only my daily bread. Otherwise, I may have too much and disown you and say, ‘Who is the Lord?’ Or I may become poor and steal, and so dishonor the name of my God.” Proverbs 30:8-9

Looking around our meager yet comfortable and homey home, I’d say the Lord is answering that prayer. I have all that I need and I praise God for it.

Anyway, that’s not the big revelation I had this morning. Moving on…

I finished chapter 30, and then looked at 31. Since tomorrow is October 1, I figured I could go ahead and read 31 today. Chapter 31, of course, contains the infamous epilogue of the wife of noble character. I have read this many times in the past, but being a new wife, I thought it might be good to take another look at it. I’ve gleaned knowledge from it over the years, but as a single gal, it was always the, “I guess I might need this sometime in the future” sort of attitude. Any single person can relate to this. You read so many passages in Scripture relating to married people, and you wonder, “Where’s the stuff I can relate to?” All the married passages are a reminder of “the other side.”

Anyway, now that I’m on that “other side” I decided I should start looking at all these married passages in a new light. Now I can directly apply them to my life. So, I began to dive in. I bought a Greek/Hebrew study Bible a few years back, and I love it. I don’t always use it, but it’s so fun to me to be able to look at a couple verses and pick them to pieces. I love finding out the original meaning of the words, and it’s usually something that can’t quite be communicated in the few words they use in the translation. It gives the verse a whole new meaning, and to my overly emotional self, gives me a glimpse into what God is thinking.

So I looked up a few Hebrew words this morning. I didn’t make it past the first two verses, verses 10 and 11. I got sidetracked by the line: “Her husband has full confidence in her.” The phrase, “full confidence” comes from two Hebrew words. So I looked them up. The first is Batah, and it means “to attach oneself, trust, confide in, feel safe, be confident, secure. The basic idea signifies firmness or solidity.” I italicized the words that stuck out to me on my initial reading. The second Greek word from this phrase is Leb, and it means, “the heart, the center, the middle of something. The center of man’s inner or immaterial nature.”

So, my own definition of having full confidence means you feel safe and secure in the innermost part of you. As I contemplated this, it occurred to me how important this is in a marriage. How important is it to feel this way with your wife! I want Drew to always feel safe and secure with me. I want him to know that he can share his innermost parts with me. He can be vulnerable, and still be completely safe. I want to take those vulnerable parts and hold them close to me, close to us. I need him to know that I won’t tease him or belittle him or poke fun at these parts. I won’t share those parts with the rest of the world. I will keep those parts safe, in the innermost parts of me.

I’m discovering more and more how marriage is a mission field in and of itself. It takes lots of hard work and love and patience. Since I’m discovering all these new things, I guess I need to spend the better part of my life working on them.

Thanks for letting me ramble!

Nicaragua Mission Trip

Thursday, September 18th, 2008

Drew and I leave for Nicaragua in a little over a month. It’s hard to believe it’s coming up so quick. I feel like I should have had more transition time between getting married and first mission trip as a married couple. Oh well… I suppose we’ll just dive in with both feet!

I am truly excited. I can’t wait to travel again and see a new culture. I’ve been home and stationary for over a year. For my crazy lifestyle that I once knew, that’s pretty good. For almost three straight years of my life, I traveled. I worked and volunteered with the African Children’s Choir as a music supervisor. I got used to constant movement and chaos. I was in a new place every other day. It was exciting, intense, and tiring. Since I’ve been home, I’ve relished in the fact that I can sit still and spread out, no longer living out of a suitcase. I love the fact that my life is more constant now. I have a husband, a familiar face that I know I will see at home everyday, and a place I can call my home. It’s the place where I can not only put all my stuff, but it’s the place where I can truly let a deep breath out and relax. Continuity truly can be a wonderful thing.

Although I’m loving the “stillness” of life now, part of me misses and longs for that constant excitement and something new everyday aspect of my old life. Sometimes I just miss getting on a bus or an airplane and just going someplace new! Sometimes it’s easy to get a bit stir crazy. That’s why I’m so excited about Nicaragua. It will be a chance to give that part of me some excitement, and to stretch my legs a bit. Not to mention having a chance to help some people in need. And watch my husband try to communicate with the locals. (I’m sure he’ll have just as much fun watching me try to communicate.)

Mixed in with excitement is a bit of nervousness. Not about flying to a foreign country (after you’ve done it a few times it’s just routine) or trying to work through my rusty Spanish (okay, maybe a little). Most of my nervousness comes from not having enough money for our trip yet. We’ve gotten a fair amount of money, but we still need more. I’ve done fundraising before, and I know God provides, but it’s getting pretty close, and I’m getting nervous.

At least I have my passport (my brand spanking new one with some fancy computer chip in it with all kinds of info and a way better picture than my old one!!!) and I’m up to date with all my shots. Oh, and I have some malaria medicine waiting for me at the pharmacy. That reminds me, I need to go pick that up…