Four days passed before I showered last week. You’d think I’d be aching for hot water to wash off the dirt engrained in my skin but I didn’t even notice. It was that great of a week. My team, Sweet Aroma and another team, Aletheia, were in Patzibal, Guatemala swinging from our hammocks and cooking our own food on the side of a mountain. We dissected each day and grew really close by the camp fire, roasting marshmallows and reminiscing of family and of home. When I got back to Quiche, our basecamp, I was almost socially awkward without my crew surrounding me. When you live in community like we did, you live on top, beside, underneath, over and with the people in your group.
I walked into the bathroom when I got “home” and saw a porcelain pot. It confused me.
Having clean water whenever I want a drink is pretty sweet. I’m drinking some as I type.
And knowing that I get to crash in my own tent tonight and sleep all spread out makes me want to go to bed. Now.
We taught English to 1st graders and it was hilariously awesome. When they started spraying the Guatemalan version of Windex all over the place, it was clear that the students were done learning “Head, Shoulders, Knees and Toes” and recess was upon us.
Praying in a chapel on the hill and commanding the idols in the land to crumble was pretty freaking awesome.
Planting 100 macadamia trees and falling up and down the landscape was muddy. Finding the dead possum covered in maggots curbed my appetite.
Riding in my first Tuk Tuk was incredible. Having my Team Leader, Moriah, drive it, was legit!
If I have any friends needing a painter, please don’t hesitate to call me in 10 months. I’ll be needing a job and I can
paint a cement wall like a champ.
My heart is full and my mind is alive, brimming with the things God is wrecking through me. I feel overwhelmed and in awe of the Holy Spirit and His rumblings through our camp. He’s alive and blowing the lids off our convictions.
My friend, Johnny, wrote a song about “beautiful flowers growing on cages.” The song deeply resonated within me. I feel like God is growing beauty on places that shouldn’t be able to grow anything yet there’s supernatural grace being extended and beauty is rising. It’s not only rising, it’s blasting through the roof. From the ashes we are uniting as a generation. Bonds are being intricately meshed in a deep love and appreciation for each other and for a Savior who loved us first.
Miss you all dearly but am pumped at what God is doing and there isn't a place on earth I'd rather be than right here, right now. Love you!
