Yesterday was an improvement. I think I unconsciously knew, when I was typing up my last blog, that if I vented about the things that were bothering me, it would hold me accountable to put more effort into changing them. It’s comical how the human brain works; God’s funny.
So, yesterday I was on-time for Devotionals—it’s been a while. I didn’t get to walk down with my roommates (haven’t been ready on time for that since the first week I was here), so that was nice. I had beans and a tortilla for breakfast, toast and an oatmeal drink (avena) for snack (antojitos), and beans, rice, and tortillas for comida; oh and I snacked on some lime-flavored peanuts for dinner. So I kind of stuck to my no dinner deal, and the only sugar I consumed was in the agua de naranja (orange flavored water) that Gloria made with comida.
I only had Abril yesterday for the first block. I think her parents don’t have money for diapers, because for the 2nd time this week she wasn’t wearing one and just peed in her clothes and I couldn’t do anything about it, so I just let her nap and took her outside for a walk so she wouldn’t cry (she loves being outdoors), and we also played blocks together. I was much more involved in playing with her today (accountability).
Aunt Lila and I hopped—well drove over—the border yesterday to get mail. My box from my mom hadn’t come yet—she’s sending me winter clothes! And muffins! :D What a good mama! I’m gonna go check again today.
For Wednesday, mid-day chapel, Jehú’s brother, who’s been staying here since Monday, brought the message since Uncle Kent was away at a conference. I don’t remember Jehú’s brother’s name, so we’ll call him Billy. Billy talked about the steps of being a missionary, specifically when it comes to working with indigenous tribes and people. He’s a missionary with an organization that outreaches to the indigenous (now I understand why that’s all Jehú ever talks about when it comes to ministry, is how God loves the indigenous people). He talked about how you have to learn their language and their culture thoroughly, and gain their acceptance and respect, before you can share the gospel; it takes a lot of time. He said that typically it would take about 50+ years to establish a mature Christian church within a tribe of “unreached people”. Pretty crazy!
I wasn’t expecting his lesson to be impactful, since I’d heard he was as arrogant as his brother, but he turned out to be pretty humble and giving God the glory.
We ate comida and then I went to my dorm to sleep for a half hour, which morphed into three. Exhausted I suppose. When I awoke, I got to gab with my mom for a little bit on the phone and then I returned to my room where I found Joka and Chely laying in Joka’s bed (they usually cuddle together, but they weren’t this time), so I decided I would lie with them. They were surprised because I hadn’t done it before, so they wanted to take a picture of us three lying on the bed together. “Now let’s do one with our stuffed animals,” Chely suggested. “Now let’s do one with the guitar,” Joka added. One thing led to another, and we ended up taking over 30+ pictures for a half hour all throughout our room and even on our back porch. We were ready to look at all our crazy pictures on the computer, so I was looking for the “synchronize” settings on my phone; touched an option that said “format memory card”—everything was erased. All my photos, including ones I’d taken before, all my music, all my videos—everything that was saved on that memory chip—gone. Just like that. I knew it was irreversible after a few touches around my settings, and I explained to Joka and Chely what happened, but so I wouldn’t seem careless, I converted the language on my phone to Spanish and handed it to them to try to reverse what I did. Of course, they couldn’t either. Oh well. “One last one,” Chely said. Okay, so we reiterated four of the photos.
Today I woke up late again, so I didn’t shower until after breakfast so I wasn’t late for Devotionals. Didn’t eat breakfast with the students, either, because the burritos had churriso (sausage) in them. I was nearly late to babysitting since I didn’t get into the shower until 7:40—so I had really wet hair. Anyway, I babysat Abril, next a babysat birthday girl, Danielita (one year old today—I gave her a birthday bath in the sink). Also, I think Danielita has eczema (her parents are taking her to the doctors tomorrow), and it doesn’t help that they don’t cut her nails—she has scabs from scratching all over her rough-skinned arms and legs and in her ears. Pobrecita (poor thing), missed out on one of the best things about babies: soft skin. I tried to trim her nails while she was sleeping—couldn’t get all of them (so little).
Beans and rice for comida. Now I’m off to the other side to do post office stuff and pick up communion items for church.
Well, that’s all, I guess.
I’m just looking forward to my muffins.
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