Seek Justice, Love Mercy

Huh…  3 months have passed already… Doesn’t it feel like I just left?  What has impacted me the most in my short time here, you might ask?  Honestly, I can’t pick just one thing.  But I will mention one thing that has stuck in my mind, one thing that is constantly simmering on my thinking stove: that of justice.  Each day I am shown not only what blessings I have in my life but also the people around me who have been robbed of such blessings: a family of seven living together in a cardboard and tin shack, a veteran missing his legs and living in his wheelchair on the streets, a man who’s brother was murdered by a gang, a daughter separated from her mother due to immigration and the hope of a better life—these are the people upon whom justice has not served.  And these are the very people God calls us to search out, to lend a hand, and most of all to love.  I think David got it right when he wrote:

“O Lord, you will hear the desire of the meek; you will strengthen their heart, you will incline your ear to do justice for the orphan and the oppressed, so that those from earth may strike terror no more.”

Psalm 10: 17-18 (NRSV)

God has given us the mandate to help those who are forgotten, to love those who are shunned, and to embrace those who are deserted.  I challenge not only myself but everyone to pray that every day God will lead us to do just this, to see this fallen world through the loving eyes of our Father and to seek justice in our every action. 

Yoga lesson!

Yesterday we had our big Christmas Party for our tutoring kids, a huge fiesta complete with games, a skit, a yoga lesson, Christmas cookie decorating, a talent show, and a movie :)  In all, 14 of our kids came!  Let me tell you, we had our hands full!  But we also had extra hands to help out too—Jim and Ruth’s son Jonathan and his girlfriend Gina arrived on Sunday and two of our friends, Susanna and Daniela, came to help out too.  I am so grateful for the extra help we had, especially in making 84 snowflake, gingerbread man, and Christmas tree sugar cookies as well as the homemade frosting to go with it!  Even though it was a lot of work, the reward of seeing their joy in just having fun was enough for me—I’d do it all over again if I had to.  Ok, maybe not today or anything… give me a few days to catch my breath and then we can do it again :)

Decorating cookies :)

So, I leave tomorrow.  I leave behind great weather (no seriously, GREAT weather), the Costa Rican laidback and take-it-as-it-comes culture, the Spanish language, fresh fruit and coffee every morning for breakfast, and the train that wakes me up in the wee hours every morning.  But more than that, I leave behind a great group of friends that I’ve made here.  I think that’s the thing I’ll miss most: being unconditionally welcomed into a culture (more than one culture for that matter) in which I so clearly do not belong, being hugged and kissed in greeting by friends and strangers alike, and just in general feeling like I’m “another one of the family.”  It has been a struggle, I’ll admit, to find my place and to figure out where I fit.  But by the grace of God, I’ve successfully wedged myself into this family and into this place :) Let’s just say I can’t wait to see what next year has in store for me!

So today will be filled with bittersweet goodbyes as we all go our separate ways for the holidays.  But I can look forward to tomorrow and to setting foot on familiar soil (hopefully none of that nasty white stuff) and seeing the not-so-tan faces of my friends and family :)  And so I’ll close with God’s blessing to Jacob at Bethel:

“I am with you and will watch over you wherever you go, and I will bring you back to this land.  I will not leave you until I have done what I have promised you.” Genesis 28:15 (NIV)

Stay tuned!

Snowflakes and Twinkly Lights

The cold and windy season has arrived here in Costa Rica.  Each night I bundle up in my sweatpants, sweatshirt and a cup of tea—it’s 60 degrees outside :)

Christmas music fills every store and up and down our street Christmas lights twinkle and shine from many houses.  We even have paper snowflakes hanging up in our windows, compliments of our tutoring kids :)  Christmas is on its way and yet, without the foreboding gift of snow, it hasn’t quite sunk in yet that it is the second week in December.  I guess palm trees and a sunburn would confuse any Michigander!

This week has been hectic to say the least, preparing for the departures of many here at the house (including my own) and planning events and activities for the holiday season and enjoying birthday celebrations.  

Arts and craft time for tutoring

Next week, we are throwing a Christmas fiesta here at the house for all of our tutoring kids!  It should be a fun night with a talent show, decorating Christmas cookies, and watching a movie :)  A lot needs to be done yet in preparation for this so please pray that those of us in charge here persevere and cross off every item on the to-do list.  Behind every good party there is someone who’s planned it all—I encourage you all to take the time this Christmas to give a big hug to anyone who fills this role :)

Sunset on the beach

Amidst the chaos of living and working here, God has blessed me with things to brighten my day.  This weekend it was my roommate Guissell’s birthday and so, in celebration, a group of us girls here (Jim and Ruth’s three daughters, Rachel, and I) treated her to a day at the beach!  It was knock-my-socks-off beautiful, with bright blue skies, a gentle breeze, plenty of palm trees, and crystal clear water (not to rub it in too much to those of you who have that fluffy dandruff covering your front lawns)!  It was a beautiful day that gave us the opportunity to not only have fun but also relax before the busy week ahead of us.  

Throughout the day, Psalm 19 kept popping into my head:

“The heavens declare the glory of God,

The skies proclaim the work of his hands.

Day after day they pour forth speech;

Night after night they display knowledge.

There is no speech or language

Where their voice is not heard.

Their voice goes out into all the earth,

Their words to the ends of the world...”

Psalm 19: 1-4a (NIV)

Walking on the beach after sunset

Every day in the world around me, I see the Artist’s message and am humbled that my eyes can see, that my ears can hear, that my heart can believe.  Please pray that I don’t lose this focus, that I don’t forget who is at the center of everything.  Also, please pray that all of our eyes, ears, and hearts will be opened to the message God has for us. 

I know it’s only Tuesday but I can already feel the week passing before my eyes!  I’m sure I’ll have great stories to tell for next week.  I’ll close with my favorite Irish blessing:  “May the road rise up to meet you. May the wind be always at your back. May the sun shine warm upon your face; the rains fall soft upon your fields and until we meet again, may God hold you in the palm of His hand.”  Stay tuned!

Of Kings and Things

December: the month of snow (well for some of us), of eggnog, of Christmas carols, of final exams, of Christmas break, of Jesus’ birth.  I can’t believe it’s here already!  Where has the time gone?  `

This past week we had a visitor stay with us: Irma.  Irma is a student from the States (Wheaton in Chicago) and is currently conducting research on Nicaraguan immigration to Costa Rica.  Graciously, Irma let us travel around town this week and sit in on some of her interviews, from personal migration experiences to the more legal end of immigrating.  One of these days, Irma, Guissel, Rachel and I accompanied her to a poorer community known as La Carpio, a place where “they’ll take even your shoes”—basically, we were told it is not a safe place.  What a strong stereotype this is!  The reality is that it is no more dangerous than any other city but because of the many Nicaraguan immigrants who live there, the stereotype is amplified.  We met a woman there who worked in the community and with several different committees who worked in La Carpio and it was obvious she loved the place.  She showed us around her town and introduced us to her people and we sampled traditional Nicaraguan food (cheese and homemade tortillas)—in all it was a great experience and a great eye opener into the life of Nicaraguan immigrants :)  And then later in the week we went to the only Starbucks in the country (located in what we call little USA or Gringolandia) for the first time and were flabbergasted to think how La Carpio and little USA could exist side by side… such is the world we live in huh?

From left: Guissel, Rachel, Luli, Stephanie (bride), Tali, Chabe, Me, Rodrigo (groom)

On Monday I had lost my voice and progressively throughout the week I got sicker and sicker.  By Thursday my nose was a faucet and I was coughing constantly and by Friday I stayed in bed hibernating all day.  My goal: I had to be better by Saturday (the next day) because we were going to a wedding and I was performing in a skit for the reception.  So I slept and I slept.  I’m thankful to say I’m pretty sure it worked because I had my voice on Saturday and was only coughing once in a while instead of every other minute :)   And what a beauty the wedding turned out to be!  Stephanie and Rodrigo, two good friends of the family here, got married up in the mountains on Whitworth’s college campus—views of the mountains and small lakes surrounded us and the sunny weather held throughout the outdoor ceremony.  Simply put it was picturesque.  And it was the most relaxed wedding I have ever been in!  I’ve decided that relaxed weddings are the way to go people :)  And for the reception, I performed with the other girls here (Rachel, Guissel, Luli, Chabe, and Tali) in a skit about a warrior marrying a princess.  I was the king and, if I may brag a moment, kicked butt at my solo!  It was a great skit and made everyone laugh—boo-yah, gold star for the day.  After the wedding, we enjoyed the rest of the talent show/reception, food, and walking around campus and taking in the great views.  A beautiful day with a beautiful wedding for a beautiful couple :)

So this week marks the beginning of December, the beginning of Lent, and the beginning of my last couple weeks here before I come home for Christmas.  All I can say is that there’s a lot I’ve got to do!  Please pray for energy, perseverance, and a joyful attitude for everyone.  Stay tuned!

Sin Pavo, Con Gratitud

Happy belated Thanksgiving!  My first holiday (not counting Halloween) away from home and boy was it a challenge.  To say the least, Thanksgiving is one gringo holiday that doesn’t translate here—so no turkey for me :(  On the bright side, celebrating this tradition on my own really forced me to look at this day for what it is: a day to be thankful and to give thanks to God for everything.  I especially enjoy the challenge from today’s reading in Jesus Calling by Sarah Young:

“… A life of praise and thankfulness becomes a life filled with miracles.  Instead of trying to be in control, you focus on Me and what I am doing.  This is the power of praise: centering your entire being in Me.  This is how I created you to live, for I made you in My own image.  Enjoy abundant life by overflowing with praise and thankfulness” (p. 346).  

So, to continue on in this spirit, I’d just like to take some time to say what I’m thankful for this year:

• I’m thankful that I am never alone and that no matter where I go or what I do, God is always forever here beside me.  For me, this message has never been louder than in these past two months, especially when I feel stranded in a foreign world.
• I’m thankful for the amazing support I’ve received from my family, my friends, and my church.  I cannot express enough gratitude for this incredible blessing in my life.  If God is my anchor in the endless sea of life, you guys are the neighboring boats that drive too fast and send waves to upset my calm waters and, in general, make life that much more exciting  :)
• I’m thankful for the doors that God continues to open for me, ever so gently (and sometimes more forcefully) pulling me in one direction or another.  Just when I begin to flounder or feel lost, He’s there to guide me and to sustain me.
• I’m thankful for the wonderful education I’ve received in my life, both formally and informally, and how it has prepared me for experiencing new things.  I’m especially thankful that I’ve learned how to be open minded and willing to try new things and go to new places (even though it terrifies me sometimes!).
• I’m thankful for technology and how it makes it so easy to stay connected to all those I love.
• I’m thankful for the patience everyone here has for me and the grace they have extended towards me as I continue to adjust and adapt to life here.
• I’m thankful for a year of good health, not just for me but for those around me.  Life is so precious and it is so easy to forget what a gift it is.

I could go on and on for God’s blessings never cease.  The challenge now for me and for us all is to raise our voices in gratitude to Our Father and pray that we can truly appreciate how blessed we are.  I’d like to close with this scripture passage: 

“Let the peace of Christ rule in your hearts, since as members of one body you were called to peace.  And be thankful.  Let the message of Christ dwell among you richly as you teach and admonish one another with all wisdom through psalms, hymns, and songs from the Spirit, singing to God with gratitude in your hearts.  And whatever you do, whether in word or deed, do it all in the name of the Lord Jesus, giving thanks to God the Father through him.”

Colossians 3: 15-17

Thanks and stay tuned!

I'm Back!!

After a 21 hour bus ride (in which I felt very car sick), I was almost ready to kiss the ground in El Salvador :) And I’m not exactly sure what I was expecting, but this trip was more of a surprise than anything.  Was I picturing a city in ruins, gangs running amuck, and poverty around every corner?  Perhaps I was.  I was for sure not expecting a Burger King every two miles or roundabouts or huge cathedrals or memorial parks everywhere.  And I certainly was not expecting to use my own money, U.S. dollars, to buy things!  Crazy!  I have to say, not only did I never once feel unsafe or unsecure, I had an absolute blast :)  Ok, yes, I did need to be careful but gang violence and robbery can be found in every city.  You just need to know the places to avoid going to and the times to avoid being out alone—wise lessons for everyone no matter where you’re living. 

During my extensive trip of one week to El Salvador, I now consider myself an expert on their culture (just kidding).  Essentially I was a student and I tried to absorb everything that I saw or heard or, in some cases, ate :)  I learned that while its history is shockingly painful and tragic, the people of El Salvador continue to live on and find joy in everyday life—a true testament to the will and strength of the people.  The scars are still there but many are learning to live with them; sadly, however, many in the younger generations are not learning about their history and remain unaware of the hurt their country experienced.  This new generation is focused on the Western world and on obtaining the “American Dream” and all its modern comforts.  This focus is reflected in the multitude of malls and Western fast food chains found throughout the country as well as in the “need” for the younger generations to learn English or for the many people that feel the need to immigrate to the U.S.  It makes me wonder if they really understand what role the United States has had in their country and what awful interventions we undertook…  I wish the world could have the chance to speak with anyone from those older generations, to hear a man break down as he shares his story about how his brothers were forced into the military, literally ripped from their family while he was spared because he was too young or learn how the United States funded that war and provided the arms that would be responsible for massacring thousands of people.  I wish the whole world could learn from this, but we have a remarkable ability to forget the past and continue on as if nothing has happened.  I firmly believe that if we do not learn from our past, we are doomed to repeat it.

Up on San Salvador volcano with (from left) Rachel, Guissel, Eliberto
Fugi, and Sofi

On a happier note, I had a wonderful time experiencing the city of San Salvador and its culture.  Rachel, Guissel and I stayed with a family for the week: Eliberto, his wife Ethel and their two kids Fugi (8) and Sofia (7).  They were such a blast to hang out and were so gracious to us to let us stay with them and to show us around.  I learned about the amazing urban ministry work that is going on in El Salvador through Eliberto and Casa Semillas (for more information, visit http://www.casasemillas.org/casasemillashtml.html).  One day we even helped out in one of the ministries and played with kids in an impoverished area, helped prepare a meal for them, and joined them in a worship service.  For more touristy activities, we went to a local park (which was HUGE) to hang out with the kids and stumbled upon a concert there with a full orchestra, band, and choir.  We also climbed the San Salvador volcano and saw the great views of the city below while drinking coffee and eating dessert in a really fancy restaurant.  We also I experienced firsthand their pride in their pupusas, a national favorite made out of rice or corn and stuffed traditionally with cheese and beans (delicious!).  

Eating pupusas with some friends :)

Eliberto also exposed us to the historical side of El Salvador:  he took us to the place where they assassinated Oscar Romero, an archbishop, as well as to his tomb (for more info: http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/%C3%93scar_Romero); we went to the college where 6 Jesuit priests and two women were murdered just days after I was born (for more info: http://onlineministries.creighton.edu/CollaborativeMinistry/WPnov16.html); he also took us to participate in a vigil honoring the Jesuits where hundreds of people come to walk in a procession in their memory, take part in a Catholic mass, and enjoy a concert of local music afterwards.  Basically, I am on information overload and I’ve added links so that you too can join me in this :)  Suffice to say, this past week has been an emotional one, both sad and joyful, and I’m still processing what I’ve learned.  I continue to wonder at the blessings God has given me and continues to give me, and this trip has emphasized these blessings even more.  We shall see what this week has in store.  Stay tuned!!

A Whirlwind

You know when you are spinning really fast in a circle, like when riding a merry-go-round, and all the colors of the world around you blur together into one big streaky mess?  Well, this is what my memory of the past week looks like. This past week has been a blur, a literal whirlwind of activities and meetings and work and (here and there) sleep.  It’s hard to believe that last week Wednesday was Halloween—that seems forever ago!  Despite the exhaustion that now cloaks my body, I’d certainly rather be on my toes than dragging my feet.  So I guess that makes this past week a blessing :)

Just to recap the week (for you and for myself):  On Tuesday, Guissel (my roommate and fellow community worker) and I went to a local school to set up a date to speak with the Director of the school to promote tutoring in that area.  I also had tutoring that day and several kids from the closest school showed up.  We ended up playing several games to practice their English, like numbers and animals. On Wednesday, Guissell and I went to serve food to people on the streets with a local organization, which turned out to be a lot of fun.  We also made friends on the walk back home with a 90 year old woman, Julita, who we invited over for lunch (and she invited herself back over for dinner) :)  She had such spirit—I hope I’m that lively when I get to that age!  After lunch we had the meeting with the director at the school, who was very interested in our tutoring program so hopefully more kids from that area will come.  Wednesday was also Halloween and we weren’t planning on doing anything special (due to the fact that several churches here might be incredibly offended and we don’t want that) but then suddenly 15 kids from the neighborhood showed up at the house expecting a party… no one knows where they got the idea from, maybe just because we’re a bunch of Americans or something!  So a few of us quick dressed up in black as ninjas and played games with them for a bit :)  Thursday was a normal day in the office and Spanish lessons in the afternoon.  Late that afternoon though we went to go visit a friend Ana and her 5 kids.  Ana and her family just moved to a nicer place in town—nicer meaning their own bathroom, 2 bedrooms, cement floors, and a gate for security instead of the tin, cardboard, and dirt home they had before.  It was really a blessing to see the joy and pride on their faces about their new home.  On Friday, we played soccer with a bunch of local kids, a tradition we’re hoping to keep up.  It started raining but that didn’t stop the game—apparently being soaked and running through puddles is no big deal.  I was goalie again but I wasn’t very good since the rain clung to my glasses and created an extremely distorted picture of reality :)  But we had a good time nonetheless.  Saturday was a much more relaxed day and I started reading the book Poisonwood Bible.  Even though I’m only a few chapters into it, I highly recommend it to anyone interested in past missionary culture in Africa.  Saturday evening we also went to a play that one of the guys here, Fer, was a main actor in.  Even though I didn't understand all of it, it was still really well done :)  On Sunday, Rachel and I went to 2 different church services that were both evangelical.  We enjoyed both but the services were long and the one was very lively (which was outside of our comfort zones to say the least), so the day flew by and we were both exhausted come dinnertime.  And yesterday, well yesterday Guissel and I went to San Jose to buy our bus tickets for our trip to El Salvador at the end of this week.  Which brings me to the next subject I want to talk about: my first trip :)

So, newsflash: I’m going to El Salvador! The three of us (Guissel, Rachel, and I) are going both to renew our visas as well as to visit a partner organization there, Casa Semillas.  This past week, we have been doing research and watching movies about El Salvador to prepare us for the trip there.  If you know nothing about El Salvador, I recommend you start learning about them because their history is a tragic one and the United States was one of the culprits in their pain.  It is a great dishonor if we remain oblivious to what happened.  If you’re interested in watching some movies about them, I recommend Voces Inocentes (Innocent Voices), Romero, and Salvador.  To sum it up succinctly, we are traveling to a place that has deep wounds from a recent violent civil war, wounds that have not healed, and is now suffering from extreme gang violence and corruption.  It is not a safe place.  But God is at work there too and we’re going to see the work that’s going on their right now in the capital, San Salvador.  Please keep us in your prayers as we travel there and stay there.  But more importantly, please pray for the people of El Salvador, for the love of God to spread among the people and for healing, true healing, to take place.  I won’t be able to write until I get back but please stay tuned—I’ll have some good stories to tell when I get back!  

Not My Strength, but His

My eyes have been opened and now I truly see.  Amidst the bleakness of human failures and corruption there exists a beauty that permeates everything, a beauty so vivacious I cannot believe I had not seen it before.  But God opened my eyes this week, often times with a divine slap to the back of my head :)

Let me explain a bit:  Before beginning a new project, I have always come at the situation with the mindset of “What can I do to make it better?” or “How can I help fix this?”  This is often the mindset of anyone setting out on a mission trip or service project and it is often the biggest mistake we can make.  If we go into it with our minds made up and our focus on what we can do, we are blind to the beauty of what we can learn and receive from those we are trying to help.  This week has been a huge lesson in this for me.

On Friday, the girls here in the house and I began playing soccer at a local court.  I was nervous since my past expertise on the sport verges on the nonexistent… nonetheless I put on my game face and acted like I knew what I was doing.  From the start, kids from the community began to join in on our game and soon we had multitude of players on each team.  Though they were young, they had fancy feet, let me tell you.  I felt very much out of my element.  And then, they made me goalie...  Inside I was mortified and fearful that I was about to make a fool of myself in a very public way!  BUT, by the grace of God, I may not be able to use my feet but I do know how to use my hands :)  I protected that goal like a fiend and wowed everyone with my talents (ok, maybe I’m exaggerating a bit).  In the end, I learned that though I could bring nothing to the table in terms of footwork and had to bow to the talents of others, they still welcomed me as a player and gave me an important position to play (which surprisingly turned out to their advantage).  The lesson for this day: embrace those “below” you and they might just surprise you with what they can do :)

Susie, Luli and I taking a break

The following morning, I went on a hike with a couple high school girls and a local 5^th grade class.  I was a bit nervous because I was the designated driver (my first time driving here by the way) and I was (am) way out of shape.  So this day presented many challenges for me.  I began my day by confessing my fears and weaknesses to God and prayed that he would give me the strength to get through the day.  Despite my fears, the day turned out to be one of the best days I’ve had so far :)  Driving was a blast, the people I went with were great company, the hike wasn’t too difficult for little ol’ me, the landscape was breathtaking, and the weather was beautiful!  What an answer to prayer!  I felt as if God was slapping me on the back of the head and saying “About time you let me help.”  Thank you God—I learned my lesson :)

Our beautiful hike 

And each day now, I can see the work of God more clearly in my life and I am learning to let him take the lead in my day and not rely on my own strength but on his.  Please pray that I continue leaning on God every day and letting him lead me.  Thank you for all of your prayers of support and words of encouragement.  Stay tuned!

The Wisdom of Yielding

Sometimes, I feel as if I can conquer the world, as if nothing can stop me from doing what I want or what other want me to.  Other times, not so much.  This week has been interesting as I have come to the realization that truthfully, I can’t do much on my own.  I am dependent on many things and many people and this is challenging for Little Miss Independent here to accept.  Throughout this week, the biggest lesson I’ve learned is that there is wisdom in yielding, in yielding to the idea that I am simply not enough. 

Let me explain a bit so you can get a clearer picture of what I mean by yielding.  Yielding is, for example, when you come to know your place and role in different situations and where your gifts and talents (and weaknesses) are best placed.  This means yielding to others who are “better” than you in certain areas, in giving up the spotlight and center stage to those who are better equipped.

Yielding also means coming to the understanding and realization that we can’t fix everything, not in this broken world.  As it is said, you can lead a horse to water but you can’t make him drink.  We can do and do and do but only God can transform minds and hearts.  We need to confess not only to God but to ourselves that we are weak and incomplete, that we need Him and His strength to carry out our work.  We need to yield and accept that we have limits and that it’s in fact ok to admit their existence instead of putting on a brave face and pretending they’re not there.

Yielding also means that you understand that your way of practice, of belief or of action is not the only way in this world.  God created this world to be a diverse and beautiful reflection of his divinity and he saw that it was good.  We must not try to mold the world to one lifestyle, to one way of thinking.  We must yield to diversity.

This past week, I came across several Bible verses that shine a light on God’s strength and how he sustains us, not the other way around. 

“For it is by grace you have been saved, through faith—and this is not from yourselves, it is the gift of God— ⁹ not by works, so that no one can boast. ¹⁰ For we are God’s handiwork, created in Christ Jesus to do good works, which God prepared in advance for us to do.”  Ephesians 2: 8-10.

“But he said to me, “My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness.” Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. ¹⁰ That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.” 

2 Corinthians 12: 9-10

“As for God, his way is perfect:
    The Lord’s word is flawless;
    he shields all who take refuge in him.
³¹ For who is God besides the Lord?
    And who is the Rock except our God?
³² It is God who arms me with strength
    and keeps my way secure.
³³ He makes my feet like the feet of a deer;
    he causes me to stand on the heights.
³⁴ He trains my hands for battle;
    my arms can bend a bow of bronze.
³⁵ You make your saving help my shield,
    and your right hand sustains me;
    your help has made me great.
³⁶ You provide a broad path for my feet,
    so that my ankles do not give way.”

                                          Psalm 18: 30-36

I pray that these words may be an inspiration and a blessing to all of you during this next week and in the weeks to come.  Thank you for all of your prayers of support and encouragement as I continue adjusting to a new life here.  On a side note, Happy Birthday Evan!  Anyway, I’m sure this next week will hold many more lessons for me.  Stay tuned!

Pollo!

Bamboo rods, stuffed plastic bottles, and mud—lots of it.  If you have these three things, you’ve got yourself a chicken coop.  Or that’s what they tell me anyway :)

This weekend we began building a new chicken coop and my task for the most part was making mud and mixing it with hay.  Picture this: a few of us stomping in a hole with mud covering our legs and hands—truly it was a vision reminiscent of the Israelites and their mud brick making back in Egypt, only this time it was a bunch of girls dancing in the mud and having a good time.  “Modern Israelites” was our official title for the day.  So if you need mud for building walls, I’ve got contacts.  And experience.

It was a great time of fellowship, of many cultures coming together to build this chicken coop.  15 sets of hands helping cut bamboo or putting mud in the frames.  Classic rock music playing in the background.  Chickens and goats wandering around the constructions site, curious to see what’s going on in their yard.  And Jim even wore a kilt to work (it’s his macho outfit I guess)!  I’m sure we were a rare sight to behold and I’m not quite sure what the community would think if they could have seen us :)

At one point, we were corralling the chickens for the night and I was chasing this one stubborn chicken who refused to go in the coop.  Needless to say, I wasn’t watching very carefully where I was running and managed to scrape the bottom of my foot on something very sharp (I think it was a nail).  I was quite a mess that night, covered in mud and straw and limping.  But, despite this minor injury, I deem the experience a success.  We’re not quite finished building the coop yet so this coming weekend will be more of the same I expect :)

In addition to the coop construction, we welcomed another visitor for the weekend from Panama, we experienced a 5.0 earthquake’s tremors (crazy!!), and we welcomed a new member to our “community development work team”—my roommate Guiselle.  So, all in all, a very busy and crazy week we had here in Costa Rica.  I’m sure next week will be just as fun.  Stay tuned!

Contradictions of Life

My life this week has been one of contradictions… As if each moment is being pulled in two separate and equally powerful directions.  Let me tell you, to be caught in the middle is strenuous and exhausting.

Let me explain:  first and foremost, I have been on an emotional roller coaster this week.  At one moment I am loving everything I am doing and living life here to the fullest.  The next moment, I am in anguish, hating everything and dreading doing anything.  So, normal girl stuff I guess :)  The whole week I’ve kept myself busy so that I wouldn’t have time to think, to think on things I can’t have (like hamburgers, fall weather, and my family).  And then moments will hit me where I can’t not think about it and I’m a train wreck of emotions… My legendary poker face is definitely getting a workout.  But there are times where I look around and I am so blessed by what I see and witness, from a child’s laugh to the beautiful scenery to the tasty food.  If I’m honest, I love it and hate it here, something that is very hard to process :)

I have also experienced the “yes when I really mean no” sentiment here lately… one second we’ll all be on the same page for something, agreeing wholeheartedly on said topic, and the next moment someone has taken offense to what was decided, feelings were hurt, and relationships were strained.  Because the family here is white, educated and American (and so are Rachel and I) an unintentional class system has been established between us and those around us.  And it’s unlikely those barriers will be broken, not soon anyway.  We treat everyone here as equals but if they themselves do not believe to be our equals, what then can be done?  They will continue to tell us what we want to hear but not the truth… please pray that these barriers can be crossed and broken down and the love of God can take its place. 

Joy, despair; love, hate; happiness, sadness; yes, no—this week has been opposite week, everyone.  So buckle up and enjoy the ride!  That’s honestly how I felt.  Crazy!  We shall see what lies in store for us this coming week—hopefully some mellowness and sanity will be added into the mix and life here can reach a happy medium.  And so we go.  Stay tuned!

Well, This is New...!

Every morning, I wake up and my heart skips a beat.  You’re not in Kansas anymore, Dorothy.  My mind stumbles a bit at my new room, my new house, my new life.  I haven’t quite absorbed that fully yet.  I think a part of me still thinks I’m on vacation or something and I’ll be going home soon.  To think that I will be living here it a huge mental leap.  And right now, my feet are wavering in front of that hurdle, unable to hop across yet. 

I have learned and seen and experienced so much so far that it’s almost overwhelming, but in a good way.  I've learned that jaywalking is normal, that you can’t flush your toilet paper, that sidewalks are very uneven so you best watch where you walk, and that cockroaches are fairly common.  I've learned that thunder can be scary, that people here kiss cheeks in greeting, and that soccer (here it’s called football) is the sport so you better love it.  Personally, I've also learned that thinking a lot in Spanish makes me sleepy, that I need to take a shower at night if I want hot water, and that I need to get into shape if I’m going to be walking everywhere.  Basically, I feel as if I never left school, only at this school I never leave class :)

This week, my fellow intern here, Rachel, and I will be canvassing the neighborhood in an attempt to get a feel for the people here and the inner workings of the community.  We want to develop relationships with those living around Casa Adobe and to understand the strengths and weaknesses of the community.  With this information, hopefully we can encourage the community to look to its strengths to help improve its weaknesses.  A huge project, no doubt.  Please pray that we will be able to keep our focus on this week and what we can do this week only so we don’t get overwhelmed by the future.

I don’t know if any of you have the book Jesus Calling by Sarah Young.  It’s a great devotional for mornings as it’s short and gives great food for thought for the day.  The devotional for September 22 has stuck with me for the past week or so, so I’d thought I share a part of it with you.  I recommend that you read the whole thing if you can.

“Trust Me and refuse to worry, for I am your Strength and Song. You are feeling wobbly this morning, looking at difficult times looming ahead, measuring them against your own strength. However, they are not today’s tasks—or even tomorrow’s. So leave them in the future and come home to the present, where you will find Me waiting for you.  Since I am your Strength, I can empower you to handle each task as it comes.  Because I am your Song, I can give you Joy as you work alongside Me” (Young, 2004, p. 277).   

Thank you so much for all your prayers and support!  Without further ado, I bid you adieu.  Stay tuned :)

One Week

One week.  Has it only been that long?  I feel as if I’ve lived a month here already!  I am now officially thinking in Spanglish, a weird feeling to be sure.  The family here is great because we speak a lot in Spanish (which is super challenging and I am lost for many conversations) and then, sometimes mid-sentence, we’ll be speaking in English and my mind can take a mental break.  I go to bed exhausted from thinking so hard :)  

I have taken the bus here a couple of times and the train once too.   The two lessons I learned from that: they have a different meaning for “personal bubble” here and, I don’t know if the driving schools are at fault or if they even have driving schools, but everyone here drives crazy!  My dream of having a moped here has quickly evaporated because I fear driving one around and dying by being grazed by a car or bus…  I am also starting to get the hang of colones, the local money here.  Just as an example: 25,000 colones equals roughly $50.  Add another benefit of living in another country: my math skills are improving :)  

This week has been interesting because I never knew what was going to happen from one moment to the next.  We had four extra people in the house this weekend:  two family friends and two visitors from Nicaragua.  Talk about a full house!  Yesterday I assisted in tutoring a few local school kids (playing games and helping them with their English) which was a blast for me :)  Last night we also welcomed another visitor, a friend from Bolivia, who is going to be staying with us for the week.  Another name, another face—‘tis the life here at Casa Adobe.  From family dinners (all of us cramming around the one table) to movie nights to going to a local Anglican Church (or Episcopalian in the U.S.) to cooking meals for bunches of people, there is never a dull moment to be sure!

I’m not sure what this week will bring, but I’m sure I’ll be surprised by it and probably confused at times too.  But that is the story of my life right now :)  And so we go.  Stay tuned!

A New Day

While I am writing this, a torrential downpour cascades outside my window.  The thunder rumbles throughout the house and sounds much fiercer than the storms back home.  It is beautiful.  But before I get too carried away, let me recap about my trip here yesterday.

After a bittersweet going away gathering at the airport, I hopped on my first flight from GR to Dallas.  All in all, a short and uneventful trip.  The plane itself was the smallest puddle jumper I’ve ever flown in, with two seats on one side of the isle and one seat on the other.  I was in the one seater and my backpack didn’t even fit under the seat so I had nothing to do for most of the flight.  The couple next to me had a dog with them so that passed the time a bit J

I made it to Dallas and realized what a huge airport it is.  I hopped on the right commuter train to get to the right terminal (like a pro) and relaxed for the short layover between flights.  Once onboard, I found my seat and… no one sat next to me.  NO ONE.  I had the entire three seats to myself, much to my glee.  They also served us a meal, some chicken and mashed potatoes thing that I managed to eat J  I landed in a glittering city cloaked in night, so I was unable to see any of Costa Rica until today.  I made it through immigration without problems, huffed my luggage off the conveyor belt and through customs, and met the Padilla-DeBorsts outside.  By that time I was exhausted.  Once back at the house (Casa Adobe) I was greeted by an entourage of people, my new living companions totaling 15 in all (and four dogs, a cat, several chickens and ducks, and two goats)!  Introductions went around, most of which I have forgotten, and my brain reeled from the sudden immersion in Spanish.  I have a roommate from Nicaragua who is trying to learn English so we’ll be great for each other.  I gratefully collapsed onto my bed and enjoyed the peaceful night’s rest.

 

 

Or so I thought.  During the night, the nearby train thundered past time after time, blaring its horn for all to hear, including me.  The rooster (which lives outside my window) sang the song of his people all throughout the night, clearly unaware of his job description.  The two goats, who also live outside my window, bleated occasionally.  All in all, a great night’s sleep.

Today, I have been on tagalong duty, taking in everything around me and being as much a sponge as anything else.  One of the ladies here has really taken me in and has promised that she’ll teach me how to cook!  Haha.  I tried a local fruit as well today--It tasted good but looks like frog eggs and has the consistency of seeds encased in snot.  But if you can get over that, it’s pretty good J 

 

 

Much of the surrounding town reminds me of Ensenada, Mexico.  The mountains surround us in the valley making the landscape gorgeous.  And of course the daily afternoon “rains.”  More like monsoons.  But I like it.  Tomorrow will be another day of orientation and Spanish immersion, so please pray for endurance and excitement.  And so we go.  Stay tuned everyone J    

T Minus 1

Alrighty, so tomorrow’s the big day!  I just have to say the phrase “heart in your throat” has achieved a whole new level of meaning for me lately.  It seems as if the littlest things incite a wave of nostalgia in me, and I haven’t even left yet! 

This week presents a whole new world of the unknown and I have no idea how to prepare for it.  I suppose my specialty at winging it will come in handy :) I know the Lord will guide me throughout this time, but I wish he wouldn’t be so vague about everything!  Please pray for patience and endurance as I make this transition.

Most of all, please pray for my family as I know they’re going to be hit pretty hard by my absence.  Pray for strength and for them to find some joy in me not being there (after all, the bossy big sister has left the building so there has to be something good about that)  :)

I’ll try to post about my flight and arrival in Costa Rica so stay tuned everyone!