Wednesday, May 22, 2013

Mexico in a Nutshell


Here it is, my last blog post from Mexico. I honestly can't grasp the reality of the fact that I am only a few hours away from leaving this place. I feel like I just got here, like I came for a couple of days and now they're telling me I have to leave already.

I have been so blessed here. I wish there were a way for all of my friends at home to meet all of my friends here. You should all just take a trip to Oaxaca :) But seriously, it has been a fantastic experience. I feel like I've gained a whole new family (not that I was lacking in family before!). I even have an obnoxious 14 year old little brother to pick on here! I wish going home to my blood family in Arkansas didn't mean leaving my heart family in Mexico. I am thankful that I can still hope to run into them again someday :)

I wish I had a way to explain my experiences here to you all, but I can already tell that words are going to fail me. Suffice it to say that God has blessed me tremendously, and I will never be the same because of the time I have spent here.

To end it all, here is a little summary of Mexico :)


Mexico in a nutshell.
-Getting stared at
-Speaking Spanish
-Missing people at home
-Making new friends
-Delicious tacos
-Crazy bus/taxi rides
-Human frogger
-ESL
-Tourists
-Topes (speed bumps)
-Uturns
-Tutoring
-Dogs and cicadas
-Cass Hogar children's home
-Stomach problems
-Skype
-The Tule tree
-Chinese circus
-Bloqueos
-The seminary
-Dora the explorer
-Eating tacos and grasshoppers
-The beach
-Game nights
-Hierve el agua
-Adventures in cooking
-Going to the market
-Never having change to pay with
-Hammocking
-Nacho Libre
-Community
-Monte Alban
-SHARING THE GOSPEL

Saturday, May 11, 2013

For EARL


In light of the fact that today was graduation day for, I don't know, EVERY SINGLE PERSON I KNOW, I've been catapulted into that awkward state of being which is known as reminiscence. AKA, feeling kinda sappy. Lucky you! Haha, if you don't want to read any of my weird memories, feel free to exit this blog immediately.

So yes, the good ole days of college. (I'm allowed to call them the good ole days, because I've been a graduate for an entire 5 months now. At least, that's my justification.) I remember a lot of things, but today I especially remember 3 crazy, strange, and fantastic people. That's right; Amy Davis, Rebecca Brack, and Lisa (the freak) Kieklak.

Now, some of you probably know these girls/women/whatever we're supposed to classify ourselves as now. I only knew one of them, until that one night 4ish years ago when we all ended up in the Reid Bible study freshman year of college. From then on we were pretty much super glued together. We had become EARL. (Cheesy, I know, but who can resist an awesome acronym when it's just handed to you?)

Over the next four years we had some awesome adventures, some not so fantastic days when we all lived together, and some really, really awesome nights of "spontaneity". We had our failed attempt at a blog, our rainy day scavenger hunt, our runway epicness, the KNIFE video, and about a billion other things.

Now, things are changing. We won't all live in the same town. Half of EARL will have husbands. Eventually, someday (hopefully soon, Lisa) we will all be college graduates. But, as this semester has already proved, w  all know how to use Skype :)

Thank you, my EARL friends, for the blessings you have all been to me. I am so grateful to God for bringing us all together when we all needed each other. Love you all!

P.S.
I can be your friend...la la la.
Let's get down to business...to defeat...the Huns.
Princess Melvin Sprite Your Face
Pranking people.
Whistling "s"
Arm wrestling.
Andes mints
Eventually, someday.
Ferret.
Spread the jolly.
Nikpmup

It's Exactly Too Much


12 days from this exact moment I will most likely be freaking out. Why? Because I fly to the USA in 12 days and 11 hours. Approximately. The question is, what will I be freaking out about the most?

Here's the thing: I miss home. I miss my family, my friends, my car, all of that. However, the closer I get to being able to see everyone again, the more it hits me that going home means leaving home. In the past 4ish months here I have gotten comfortable. I know my neighborhood, the bus system (which wasn't an easy accomplishment!), I have a church home, I have my favorite places to go; I'm settled. But now I have to leave it all. Argh, why must life be so confusing???

I know it's time for me to go home. I have things to do and a LOT of people to see. It still makes me sad though. I wish Arkansas and Mexico were walking distance from each other, that I could easily jump back and forth between the two places that I love so much. But, I have to accept the truth that God has blessed me to get to stay in Mexico for the time that I have Benn here, and I have no reason to complain. Not a lot of people can claim two different countries as home, but now I have that privilege (or at least tell myself I do). So I thank God for that. I guess that's worth having to be doubly, confusingly freaked out :)

Monday, April 22, 2013

Peace


God is so good. Right now I am enjoying the sounds of raindrops and thunder from the comfort of my hammock, while watching the clouds fade from pink to gray as the sun sinks below the mountains. An amazing breeze is blowing, and everything is just so peaceful. There is, of course, the ever present sound of cicadas and barking dogs, but even that is peaceful tonight. It's just one of those moments when you KNOW God is there. I am so blessed.

I must admit, I've been a little discouraged. My time here is running out so quickly, and its so easy to look at all that I've done and feel like the time was too short to do any good, that the only person whose life will be at all changed by my being here is my own. Maybe that's the truth, but now I'm okay with that.

See, I know I'm different now. I can't really explain in what ways I'm different, I just know I am. Don't worry, I'm still annoyingly literal and eternally sarcastic. I still have my dad's habit of turning everything you say into a song. But somehow, in some way, I know I've changed. It's kinda scary, considering I'll be back in Arkansas in almost exactly a month, and I have no idea how this strange new version of myself will handle the good ole u.s.a. Yet still, I'm excited to see how God uses this new me for His glory.

Friday, April 12, 2013

Hearing God's Call


Today in our mentoring meeting we were talking about what it means to be called by God to do something, and what said calling can look like. It got me thinking about it, and I realized that I haven't really shared with many people how it was that I felt God calling me to be where I am right now. So here is my story, at least part of it. If I wrote every detail it would be too long to read :)

So let's go back a few years, about 7 or 8. Cue 16 year old me, working at Chick-Fil-A and just beginning to learn a little Spanish from my coworkers. Then I started high school and spent the next 3 years learning to love the language and the culture even more, thanks to both my coworkers and my amazing Spanish teacher :) (There was more that happened in high school that relates to this story, but I'll get back to that).

Now we move on to my college years...I continued to study Spanish, meeting a lot of great Latino people on the process, but that was just par for the course so I didn't think much of it. I also frequently stopped by the study abroad tables, wanting to go but never having the guts to go through with it. It was also during those years that I "coincidentally" met several people who had spent time overseas in different capacities, but I didn't really think much of it. Then, in late 2012 I realized that I was going to be graduating college a semester early. Cue the future planning.

Now, I'm really not sure where exactly I got the idea of semester missions from, but for some reason I started looking into it as a possible post graduation option. Not long after I started google searching missions projects, the lovely lady Taryn came to church and talked about her time as a Jman in Spain. Coincidence? I think not. So I filled out an application, not really sure what I wanted to do, but thinking I'd just put that option out there. Then summer came.

I headed off for my second summer at the amazing Camp War Eagle, and who should I be put with as co-counselors but missionary kids and girls planning to do missions when they graduated. Seriously? It was becoming ever more apparent that God was trying to get my attention. But I didn't want to leave home and family. I'm the girl who went to a university 20 minutes from home. I couldn't make it 5 months away from my family. And then I read these verses in the Bible: "Whoever loves father and mother more than me is not worthy of me, and whoever loves son or daughter more than me is not worthy of me. And whoever does not take his cross and follow me is not worthy of me. Whoever finds his life will lose it, and whoever loses his life for my sake will find it." Matthew 10:37-39

Talk about a clear message. Add to that the way that God provided for this trip financially and its about as close to a neon sign as you can get. So when I got the email saying I had been accepted to do a semester of missions in Mexico, my decision was pretty much made for me. And that is how God called me to Mexico.



Oh yeah, the other high school thing! So, because of the way things worked out for me starting public school when I did, I ended up being in high school for an extra year. That year I was much more involved in school activities and also took SO classes. Thanks to that year, I starts college with 12 hours of credit and $3500 a semester in scholarship money. The 12 hours are what put me graduating a semester early, and the scholarship money allowed me to save some of my work earnings. Those savings, in addition to the donations given by several amazing, wonderful people, are what played for these 5 months here. All of this to say, GOD IS SO GOOD!

Holation Amigosation


Spanglish. I'm sure most of us English speakers are familiar with the idea that if you take a Spanish word and add an o to it, it then becomes "Spanish." Well, as it turns out, Spanish speakers have a similar method of speaking "English". Their method is to add "ation" to the end of their Spanish words. Hello is "holation". Goodbye is "adiosation". You get the idea. And that is reason #1749 that I love Mexico.

I have to say, the closer I get to leaving this place, the more things I realize I will miss. For example, the other day on the bus we were entertained by a flute and guitar playing duo who also sang as they played. It was legit. You don't see that in the states! Also, speaking of buses, I get to ride them all over town. I can get pretty much anywhere I need to go via buses and a few solid blocks of walking. I like it.

Another great thing here is tacos al pastor, or as we now call it, the bacon tornado. It's pretty much just the best meat ever: stacked slices of meat roasted on a spigot and sliced off the outside of the tornado for our eating pleasure :) I really haven't eaten anything here I didn't like actually.

Then of course there is the simple fact that everyone here speaks Spanish, which frequently makes my day more fun, albeit more complicated. The four of us have reached the point where our two languages blur together, and conversation in any language is a bit convoluted. It's fun that way :)

I love getting to know people from another culture than my own, I love translating video game names from English for the young boys, I love showing American teams around this beautiful city, I just love this place. (Just so you know, I don't love EVERYTHING about Mexico, just almost everything).

So basically you should all live in Mexico for a while. It'll be worth it :)

P.s. Just so you know, despite of my love for Mexico, I do miss you all in the states! See you in a couple of months!

Saturday, March 30, 2013

Mexico: The Ever-Changing Experience


So, by my count I have been in Mexico for 45 days now, and of those 45 days no two of them have been alike. Days here are like the fingerprints/snowflakes of the calendar apparently. Our lives and schedules are constantly changing. Whether it's because the teachers are blocking the streets or the stores (again), there's a holiday we didn't know existed, someone gets sick, someone comes to town, or something that was true yesterday is no longer true today, plans and schedules just change. Let me give you a couple of examples.

On Tuesday, instead of going to the children's home we were going to go buy shoes for all of the kids. So we crammed into the jeep and drove all the way across town to discover that the teachers decided it was a good day to hang out in front of the stores and keep people from going in. Is for fun. So no shoes on Tuesday. Then this evening the four of us and Haylee were going to a jovenes (youth) hang out at the church. It was scheduled for 5 so we left home at 5:15, thinking we were being smart and would arrive when people actually were getting there. You know, Mexico time. But no. Almost no one else got there until at least 6. You'd think we would have learned by now, but obviously not :)

Now please don't take this as complaining. As I'm pretty sure I've said before, I LOVE MEXICO. I love the people, the language, the food, the randomness, I love it all. Well, except for the whole "I'm white so everyone constantly stares at me" part. Although I must say I feel like I'm actually getting used to that as well. The point is, I left a very organized, scheduled life, which was the way I liked it, and I came somewhere where schedules are more like guidelines than actual rules. And I'm surviving. So let  that be an encouragement to any of you who God may be calling to do something slightly uncomfortable. If He wants you to do it, He will make you able to do it. :)

One last thing: Thank you for praying! It may not feel like much, but we can all see the difference it makes when people at home are praying for all of the people here.

Here are a couple of ways your prayer is helping:
-The four of us girls are from four different states with four very different personalities. And we all get along. Praise God for that!
-We have new people coming every week to our ESL classes, many of whom are not Christians, and we have the chance to share stories from God's word with them!
-Despite the language barrier, we are all making relationships with locals, and are continuing to learn more and more about the culture and language.

And a couple of ways you could continue to pray:
-There has been a lot of sickness going around among us. Pray that we would all be healthy enough to continue in our various ministries.
-Although there is a large focus on the crucifixion of Christ, there is almost no recognition of the resurrection. Easter is an unknown holiday. Pray that the people would see that CHRIST IS ALIVE!
-There are several teams coming over the next several weeks. Pray that their hearts will be opened to the needs of the people groups here.

God bless you all!

Saturday, March 23, 2013

To Go Or Not To Go...That Is The Question


Why go? This is the question that so many people asked me, and that I asked myself before committing to leave home and everything/one I know to go to a place where I knew absolutely no one. Let me tell you, it was a lot easier to find answers to the question why stay than the question why go. Thankfully, God's voice is louder than mine, and He had the only answer I needed: because He desires that those He loves learn to love Him in return.

Now, I have been incredibly blessed to be part of a family with a history of "going". My mom was born in Japan because my grandparents decided to "go", no matter what the sacrifices. Not only is that a fun fact about my mom, but it is also proves that I have had plenty of examples growing up of what it looks like to "go." Unfortunately, I still missed it. I applauded people who went, but didn't really grasp the magnitude of what they were doing.

I think I'm starting to get it now. Yes, I thought when I signed up for this thing that I knew what going meant. I knew what my job was going to be, I knew the exact dates that I would be gone, I was ready. So I got on that plane, and absolutely believed that I was "going" to the nations. Then I got here, and over two months later it hit me. Just because I left home doesn't guarantee that I'm going to the nations. I may have left home, but I didn't leave my struggles at home. I'm still inclined to stay in my comfortable little bubble, to only make surface level conversation with people before hurrying home to where it's "safe". So even here, I find myself more likely to stay than to go. However, God is getting through to me, even if just a little bit at a time. A lot of this is thanks to my supervisors, who are fantastic people who have committed their lives to helping churches and students make connections with the nations and truly GO. I don't think they even realize how much they are teaching me.

So what does it mean to "go"? Wherever you are physically, have the mentality of going to every tribe, tongue, and nation. Make any casual conversation you have an intentional conversation, one that glorifies Him above all else. And if you happen to end up in a different state/country, the same applies :)

Friday, March 15, 2013

It's All About Perspective


Hello all! So recently I realized something interesting: I am used to being in Mexico. That is definitely a good thing, but it threw me off when I realized it. How can it be normal to be in another country? But so it is. I'm grateful to God for making it normal, because it definitely makes living here a lot easier. The way that I came to realize this fact was thanks to a team of about 20 people who came here from Mississippi and lived/worked with us for about a week. They were great to have around, and I really enjoyed having them here, especially because I got to see my temporary home here from a different perspective. Things that now seem normal to me were either completely strange, completely fascinating, or completely terrifying to them. It was through comparing my current perspective to theirs that I realized, Mexico is now what's normal to me. That makes me happy :) I must say though that having so many (loud) Americans around gave me a preview of the joys of reverse culture shock that I have to look forward to in a couple of months. Hurray for different cultures! But enough about that.

So here is the lowdown on all of the different ministries that we are involved in here. First we have tutoring at the local school for mks. The five of us go a couple of mornings a week to tutor and help out in one of the classrooms. It's nice because it's the only thing we're involved in where everyone speaks English. Plus, we're getting to help the different missionary families here by helping their kids :)

We also go every Tuesday and spend time at a local children's home, where we just get to love on kids and share a bible story with them. The kids are a lot of fun, and amazingly sweet despite the difficult family situations that they come from.

Another ministry that we are just getting restarted after it ended when the last group left in December is an English club at the Oaxaca seminary. From what I can tell we will just be helping some of the seminary students improve their English to potentially expand their ministries wherever they go. I'm really excited to see how that goes.

Our last ministry, the one that the five of us do pretty much completely on our own (no pressure :) and that I think is probably my favorite, is our twice weekly ESL classes. I help teach the kids class, and recently we've been having more and more kids come, which is really great, but also slightly overwhelming. This week we had 18 kids come! For some perspective, the first time I taught we had 5 or 6. I love it because we get to use bible stories to teach them English, and we can tell that a lot of them have never heard the stories before. Plus the kids are just adorable :)

All of that to say, God is doing things here. Please continue to pray for the ministries here, and especially for the 2 families we work with here, the H' s and the M' s. They are fantastic people, and I love getting to work with them and seeing the heart they have for the people here. Wish you all could be here experiencing this with me!

Saturday, March 9, 2013

Things Our Mothers Told Us


This is a post that my roommate Anna and I decided to write together. It is a list of ways that we here in Mexico are forced to disregard the advice of our mothers on a regular basis...

Don't get in the car with strangers
Here in Mexico, there are vehicles referred to as colectivos, which are similar to buses and taxis. They run on routes like buses, but they are small like taxis. The objective is to fit as many people into it as possible, letting them off whenever they ask to get out. You may end up sitting on your neighbor's lap, even though you've never met them before.

Don't get on sketchy-looking buses
Here, anyone can be a bus driver, so they drive whatever bus they want. There are often times when you get on a bus and wonder if it is really a functioning bus, or if you just got onto a death trap careening away from the nearest junkyard. They make odd noises and sometimes the brakes don't work. But don't worry too much. There are plenty of fuzzy mirrors to break your fall should the bus brakes fail.

Don't drink the water
I believe there was even a song written about this statement. However, I didn't pack enough US water to survive for 5 months. Therefore, I drink it. So far I'm still alive.

Be polite and tell them to keep the change
 Buses only take coins here. So, you are always on the hunt in large stores for things that will give you the largest amount of coin change back. You never tell someone to keep the change. You need the change to move around the city. However, this can be difficult because no one here wants to give you change. Everyone asks if you have change after you hand them your money. They do not seem to understand that you just gave them everything they needed to give you change back. This is one of life's greatest unsolved mysteries: how are you supposed to give them change if no one can give you change?

Don't go places you don't recognize/don't know how to get to
 Since no one in Mexico, including the Mexicans, know where the buses are going, you pick out the one you think is going where you want to go and hope you are right. This was proven by our outing for tacos on Wednesday. After hopping on a bus that was supposed to go right where we needed it to go, it turned off to the right about two blocks into the journey. So, we quickly exited and walked to our destination instead.... Which leads to the next point:

Don't walk at night where there are no lights
This was also a part of Wednesday's adventure. We walked for probably 15 blocks at night with no lights down the side of an international highway. There aren't many streetlights here, so we just make do with what light we can find. Sometimes, there is no light, and we just hope there aren't any large cracks or missing pieces of sidewalk to trip us up.

Always obey all traffic rules
 NO ONE here obeys traffic rules. Doesn't matter how big or small the car or bus is, no one follows traffic lights, lane lines, passing rules, one-way signs, merging rules, turn signal rules, personal space, or any other road rules. Lane lines either don't exist or no one uses them, so you can have six lanes of traffic going one way on a two-lane road.

Don't play Frogger with cars
 Because of the aforementioned traffic chaos, playing Frogger within traffic is both life-threatening and adrenaline-producing. We will frequently sprint across traffic, attempting to beat the cars as they race down the road. Buses are especially impatient as we try to get across the many lanes of traffic.

Don't stand in the middle of the road
 Our neighborhood is just up the road from one of the larger intersections in Oaxaca, and there are six or more lanes of traffic. If we are trying to get on another bus, we usually have to cross the street. Where we typically cross, there are five lanes, and we can't get across all five before the light changes. So we are often stuck standing in the middle of the intersection on a skinny concrete median as cars whip past, waiting on the light to change again so we can finish crossing.

Don't buy food from the back of a van
 In our neighborhood, there is a guy who sells baked goods out of the back of his van. It's normal for people here to have small shops or sell things from carts or out of the back of a car, so we will frequently buy bread from him and not think anything about it.

Don't talk to strangers
Because we know almost no one here, we are always talking to strangers. We will often have people ask us where in the States we are from because they know we aren't from around here. Also, we four girls all live with each other, and we just met three weeks ago.

Bundle up in winter and wear shorts if it's hot
 Here, it rarely gets below 80, which is pleasant,   so bundling up for winter would make you too hot. As for wearing shorts, we learned the hard way that wearing shorts in public is a surefire way to label yourself a tourist and draw unwanted attention to yourself.

Don't eat bugs
One of the cultural delicacies here are called chapulines, which are fried grasshoppers. They eat bugs.

Only buy what you need for a few days. You can always but more next time. False. You can see something here one time and never see it again. So, if you see something that looks good or that you want, you better buy it then and buy a lot of it, in case it never shows up again.

Just go to Walmart. They have everything you need, and they will sell it to you. Nope. The Walmart here does NOT have everything you need, and sometimes they refuse to sell you something. Even if it has a price on the shelf. But if it is not in their system, it's not going home with you.

Always wear your seat belt
Unless you are in the front seat here, you don't wear a seat belt.

Don't put more people than there are seat belts in a car
 If there is room to sit or lay on someone else, you can always fit one more person in the car.

Don't nickname people based on physical appearance
Here, if you look Chinese, they call you Chino. If you are dark skinned, they call you Negro. If you are overweight, you're called fat. If you are thin, you are called skinny.

Plan your day well and follow the schedule
We rarely, if ever, keep to the original schedule we call out in the morning because there's always something that will mess up or circumvent our plans, such as bloqueos (blockades) in the middle of the street

Always flush your toilet paper and never sit on a public toilet seat
No one here flushes toilet paper, and the public toilets typically do not have toilet seats, so you can't really get one of those awful communicable diseases you were always warned about. And public restrooms don't always have toilet paper, so we all carry a roll in our purses or backpacks.

Don't say words that you don't know what they mean
They speak a different language here. We're all the time saying things that we aren't really sure what they mean.

Always be on time
 Being on time here means that if you say five, you show up at six, maybe six thirty.

If you don't know the answer to someone's questions, be polite and tell them the truth- that you don't know the answer
 Here, if you ask a local where something is, and they don't know, they won't tell you. They will just give you directions like they know and send you on your way.

If someone gives you a compliment, acknowledge it and say thank you
Here, compliments usually consist of catcalls, whistles, or other relatively derogatory attention-getters, so we just ignore them.

No public displays of affection. Ever.
Here, there are always couples engaging in PDA, usually very heavily and in very public places.

You don't have to tip unless you're at a fancy restaurant
Here, you tip at restaurants, grocery stores, parking lots, and the guy who jumps on your car and washes your windshield at the red light..

If you get hurt, the fastest way to get help is to call 911
Here, you're better off walking to hospital on your broken leg, than trying to make a call and then possibly getting an ambulance to come get you. The phones we use have a thirty second message at the beginning of every call before it will go through, and the ambulances can't move through traffic any better than the regular citizens.

Don't eat too many tacos. It will make you sick
Here, we eat tacos quite often, and no one has gotten sick of them yet, mainly because they're so good.

Don't do anything to draw attention to yourself
We are white.


And there you have it. These are just a few things that we have found ourselves forced to do against our dear mothers' advice. So Mom, I offer my deepest apologies to you.

Sunday, March 3, 2013

Fairy Tale?


Hello again all. So tonight I'm missing home and everyone in Arkansas more than usual. I'm not sure why, but I'm just feeling a bit lonely. Crazy, I know, what with sharing a small space with three other girls! It's been almost exactly two months since I left home, and I guess I'm beginning to feel how long that has really been. Granted, that's not very long at all compared to how much time so many people spend apart, but for me, two months is a long time. The crazy thing is, the two months until going home mark isn't that far behind the two months being gone mark. Time is a crazy thing!

Now, currently I miss being at home, but I can tell you without a doubt that I will absolutely miss being here in Oaxaca once I'm gone. It is such an amazing place, and I love the people I'm working with as well. Jeff and Liesa are great adoptive parents; Sandi is a wonderful older sister; Anna, our fearless leader/jokester; Natasha, our sweet and compassionate northerner; and "not the kid" Jennifer, the most outgoing and energetic of us all. We have really been having a great time. Honestly, it is by God's grace that we have been getting along so well. Over two weeks down with very little drama and about a trillion laughs, so that's a huge blessing/answer to prayer.

I guess I'm writing this post not so much to share about Mexico, but rather to share honestly about what's going on with me. Don't get me wrong, there is a part of me (a newly discovered part of me) that wants to persuade every person I know to get away from what is normal life for you and go serve on the mission field for a while, wherever that may be. I want to fill this blog with stories of all of the amazing things I have seen, experiences that I have had, and people that I've met so that you will wonder why you ever didn't want to do missions.

So yes, I'm still going to do a little bit of not-so-subtle hinting on here, but today I also want to give you some straight up honesty. Being away from home is hard. Living in a foreign country where people stare at you, laugh at you, stare at you, don't understand you, stare at you, whistle at you, and stare at you is hard. Buying groceries in another language with a different currency is hard. Moving in with complete strangers is hard. Living out of a suitcase is hard. Not being able to make normal chocolate chip cookies is hard. Missions is absolutely not the fairy tale that it is sometimes portrayed to be. But it is worth it. It is absolutely, without a doubt, worth it. I am grateful that God has brought me here to do the hard things, grateful that He is with me and strengthens me through it all, and above all grateful that He makes it worth it :)

Saturday, March 2, 2013

Lions and Tigers and...Other Stuff


Today I'm not entirely sure what I most want to share with you, so if this post is a little random I apologize in advance :)

I guess I'll start out with a bit of news: after the past two months being away from home and several "coincidences" in conversations that I've had, things that I've read, and even music that I've listened to, God has been showing me that He wants me to trust Him, with everything. And so, I am starting the long and slow application process to be a journeyman. I have absolutely no idea what will happen with it all, or where God will take me, but I'm excited to wait and see!

In other news, we just keep on having adventures around here. Today we had some free time, so Liesa, our mom for the semester, drove us out of the city to explore a bit. We ended up at a zoo, which normally isn't my favorite place to be, but it was actually a great experience. The animals were pretty typical as far as zoos go, but the fun part of being at a zoo in a foreign country is that they don't have a problem letting you get up close and personal with animals. We rode on a fun little zebra striped safari truck and had camels sneak up on is looking for food. That's definitely the closest a camel has ever been to my face! We also got to watch them feed the bears, which was pretty entertaining, but my absolute favorite was the feeding of the lions. Instead of watching them throw a piece of meat to the lions as we sat far away behind a fence, we were taken into a small little room behind the lion enclosure. Then they let the lion into a tiny cage in the room and fed it as we stood about a foot away. It was basically awesome. I definitely never did that in the states!

We're supposed to do a few other touristy things soon as well, because the school we usually help out at has a crazy week and we are left jobless for the next several days. That means I'll probably be sharing a few more adventures of a tourist with you soon :) Don't worry, we do actually work once in a while too!

That's all I have enough patience to type out right now, but if you want to read more about what's going on around  here, check out Anna's and Natasha' s blogs that I linked over on the right. They're pretty awesome people, so enjoy!

Tuesday, February 26, 2013

Simple Things


Something that I am learning about living in a foreign country is this: absolutely nothing is simple.

For example: Tuesday's are the day of the week that we usually spend at a local children's home. However, this week everyone who is allowed to drive in Mexico is not in Mexico. So we decided to ride the bus. But here's the things about Mexican buses. You never can be entirely sure where they're going. So we rode one bus to a central area, and then waited for other buses to drive past, hoping that we would get lucky and find one headed in the right direction. Let's just say we still don't know for sure if you can get to the children's home by bus.

And then there's grocery shopping. When we don't have the luxury of using a car, in order to get groceries we must ride a bus, then get off and walk ten blocks to the nearest grocery store. Then we play the "will we get away with having a backpack today" game. Usually we lose. Then comes the fun of translating labels and deciding whether we can handle spending multiple hundreds in cash for groceries (even if it is in pesos). Then we have to make sure we have enough money to tip the bagger and to pay for a taxi home. There's no such thing as a quick trip to the grocery store.

Now, just to be clear, these are some of the things that I love about being here. Yes, I hate shopping and would love to be able to just run to the store, grab a couple of things and move on with my life. And yes, I do wish we could get places without playing eenie meenie miny mo with the buses. But if that were the case, I wouldn't have a reason to celebrate successfully buying groceries. I would never discover new places around town by getting lost and having to figure out where to go next. So today, I am giving thanks for the (not) simple things.

Sunday, February 24, 2013

I usually get lost


Hello friends!

So I'm not really sure what all any of you would like to know about my adventures here in Mexico, so I'm just going to write random facts and if you get bored, don't worry, I won't be offended.

I live with three other girls, Anna, Natasha, and Jennifer. We are in a third floor apartment and also are able to spend as much time as we would like on the "palapa" or, roof. That is where our hammocks currently reside,and I absolutely love it up there. It's a great place to relax. I'm even getting used to the jinks, beeps, shouts, songs, and random recorded messages that sound all day long. Oh yeah, the barking dogs too :) It's a really, really nice place. We live in walking distance of pretty much anything we could need, including a van where we buy fresh bread once in a while.

One of the creators of the most adventures here is the bus system. Unlike the bus system I am used to at home, although the buses here do follow routes (sort of),they don't have specific stops, so trying to get somewhere is a bit like playing fission roulette. You never know how exactly it will turn out. Add to that the fact that we travel together, a group of white American girls. Apparently that makes us fascinating, because we are stared at wherever we go. I'm beginning to get more used to it, so if when I get home I'm constantly worried about people watching me, you'll know why.

Now I must sign off, because I have a busy day of tutoring, market shopping, and ESL planning to get rested for. Please keep me and my friends in your prayers as we try to serve in this completely different context!

Sunday, February 17, 2013

adventures and other things


Hello from Mexico! Now that I have been out of the jungle for almost a week, and have had a few days to experience the new culture that I'm in, I've decided that I should list a few of the things I've experienced over the past 41 days with you. Let's start with the jungle.

1. Riding in a plane with ashtrays.
2. Riding in a plane where every seat (all 10 of them) was a window seat.
3. Hanging a hammock.
4. Falling to the floor when trying to test my hammock because the rope snapped.
5. Waking up on the floor a few nights later to realize that my hammock rope had broken, again.
6. Bathing in the river.
7. Washing my clothes in the river.
8. Sharing a house with roaches as big as my hand, and a pink footed tarantula.
9. Having a lizard crawl on my back.
10. Riding in a boat on the river instead of in a car on the highway.
11. Bucket flushing the toilet.
12. Drinking frog/sludge water without realizing it.
13. Being told I was loved by a drunk jungle native.
14. Getting a Chaco tan in January.
15. Finding out how small the world is (3 times!)

Mexico (thus far)

1. Fitting 9 people in a car best suited for 5.
2. Being stared at by EVERYONE for being white.
3. Seeing a police officer with a machine gun strolling around the grocery store.
4. Leaving for church 10 minutes after it's scheduled to start.
5. Hearing "call me maybe" while in Wal-Mart (weird)
6. Eating amazing food (mole, tacos al pastor, chocolate filled churros)
7. Meeting my nephew "Toby" over Skype :)
8. Good bonding time with my 3 roomies.
9. Hearing parties on the roof until all hours of the night.
10. Buying bread from the back of a van (aka the peetamobile)
11. Hanging Christmas decorations.
12. Defeating (hopefully for good) my friend the parasite.
13. Making friends with Canadian tourists.
14. Using my fifth type of currency for the year.
15. Speaking Spanish!!!

As you can see, I am having some pretty awesome experiences. God has blessed me to allow me to see so many things and meet so many people. Please be in prayer for Jennifer, Anna, Natasha, and myself (or Jane, as we have decided to call ourselves) as we serve this community, that we will put others´ needs before our own and will also grow in our relationships with others and with God.

Thank you for your prayers!

Monday, February 11, 2013

Un(en)titled

Here i am, back in the "real" world. Not to say that I was kidnapped by aliens and taken to a different world, just that I was rather disconnected from many of the people who make up my world. Speaking of those people, let me just say I am incredibly blessed by everyone who God has put in my life. It was overwhelming to get on the internet and be inundated with messages from people telling me they've missed me and have been praying for me. It means so much to me that people are taking the time to pray for and encourage me.

Another person God has blessed me with is my new friend Natasha. She has been a great encouragement to me as we have worked (and slept) side by side these past few weeks. I'm excited to get to know her even more over next few months.

Another one of my blessings has been God's protection over me. Despite being surrounded by snakes, tarantulas, malaria ridden mosquitos, piranhas, and who knows what else, God kept me safe and healthy through everything.

One other blessing I want to praise God for before I try and sleep (for about an hour before we head out) is my little nephew Hudson. I'm sorry that I won't hold him for a few months, but that will just make it so much sweeter when I get to officially meet him in May :)

God is too good to me, and I praise for the amazing things He has done in my life.

Monday, January 7, 2013

and so it begins...

It's official. I'm on my way. I am currently sitting in a hotel in the Dallas area, taking advantage of what will be one of my last opportunities to access any form of communication for almost a month. I've said all of my goodbyes, save one, and if I forgot to pack anything, well, too bad. I don't know if I've ever felt my life to be so surreal, or been on such a roller coaster of emotions. I'm kinda wound up right now, which is unfortunate since I have to get up at 3:30 in the morning to catch my next flight. I'm super grateful to my dad for putting up with airports and crazy shuttle drivers to keep me from having to sit alone in the airport for 8 hours. I dare anyone to show me a more supportive family.

One other thing before I try and get some sleep...this may seem kinda silly but I want to explain a hashtag I put on Twitter. I used # glowingember and the reason I did so was because that's what I want to be. I want to be a spark that starts a fire in someone's heart for God. I want to"glow" for God. I just wanted to explain in case anyone was wondering about it :)

 And now I'm off to bed, hopefully to get some good rest in before I start sleeping in a hammock :)

 Please keep me in your prayers.

Thursday, January 3, 2013

The Final Countdown

I am down to only five days (well, actually four since it's nearly 1am) until I leave everything and everyone I know behind for almost 5 months. My room is currently in mass chaos, as all of my belongings are strewn about, covering the floor, the bed, the dresser, and the desk as I attempt to sort through what I will need as I go off on this adventure. It's times like these that I wish there were some sort of magic that would do all of the packing for me, not to mention taking care of all of the last minute trips to wal-mart, the bank, the pharmacy, the eye doctor, etc.

Now, please understand, I'm not saying all of this to complain. I really just need to write all of these details down to prove to myself that it's real, it's happening. I'm not sure what emotion is strongest at this point. I go from excitement to stress to missing my family and friends in advance back to excitement again. This is officially the biggest thing I have ever done, and I'm amazed at the way that God has brought me to this point. I just read a story about a man who was led step by step to go on a mission trip to Africa, something he never thought he would ever do! I feel as though I am going through the exact same thing. If it weren't for so many different things, so many different tiny little moments that happened, I wouldn't be in this place, my countdown wouldn't exist. I wish there were a way to tell all of the people who have been a part of the process of bringing me to this point how much the little things they said or did have impacted my life. Of course, that is an incredibly large task that is essentially impossible to accomplish, and so I must content myself with a pitiful, rambling thank you to them on this blog.

Most of all I am grateful to my heavenly Father for the way He is preparing me, even now, for what I'm about to experience. He has provided some amazing people in my life to share their experiences in foreign missions and study abroad programs to help give me a tiny glimpse of what is to come. He has timed all of this so that I haven't had to work, or do school, or anything leading up to this. I've been able to spend so much time with my family. I've been able to take my time packing and moving and all of that jazz. It's amazing how He has provided just what I've needed. I am so excited to be able to come back and share all that I know He is going to do, both in my life and the lives of others.