Sara & I were over the two-tub sink in the kitchen, peeling what felt like our 1000th potato.  We went to the market a few days prior & the crew loaded up 5 sacks of potatoes, of all different sizes.  Little did we know, we would get to peel nearly all of them! 

Sara then posed the question: “what can we learn from peeling potatoes?”  At first I thought she was joking because I didn’t think I could possibly learn anything from such a menial task {see #1 below}.

  1. Humility.  Coming on the race, I knew I would likely be doing some cleaning, maybe some food prep, but I didn’t think this is what would primarily consume our first month {in addition to learning Spanish!}.  Getting to peel potatoes for 80+ bellies to feed is simply humbling.  It is one of those tasks that takes time, dexterity, & not a whole lot of thought. At some point in the week our team was talking & if I am being honest, we were feeling discouraged about what we could offer Formavida.  Not only is it hard to understand what people are saying, but I was afraid to do something wrong, use the wrong pan, or just screw something up.

During that same team time, Katie mentioned: “it’s not about us.”

Yep. Amen.

Hit the nail on the head with that one. 

No reason of why I am here is about me; not how I feel, not how much I can help, nor how much I bring to the table.  If I chose to go on the race, looking for what to gain, then I chose the wrong adventure to take.

How humbling.  We are here to serve.  Sometimes service looks like talking in broken Spanish, showing the same pictures over & over again, & sometimes it looks like peeling potatoes.


  1. Patience.  The first day of peeling all the vegetables definitely took the longest.  We didn’t have peelers! Watching the dexterous cooks peel everything with giant knives was intimidating, & we knew it was probably going to take us way longer.  The next day when we were given more buckets of potatoes, we were graciously handed three peelers – PTL! With sore hands, we began again, increasing our potato productivity & getting to know Marisól & others who were working in the kitchen with us. 

I am all about efficiency.  If I see a faster way of doing more things at once, I will choose that way every time.  A big thing I have noticed here in Colombia, is that no one seems rushed. Each person is focused on one thing at a time, so even though it took us all morning & a portion of the afternoon to peel potatoes, we did our one job & helped to fill many empty bellies.

 

  1. Even if a potato has a bad spot, this doesn’t mean the whole thing is bad.  I never thought I would learn so much about the people I get to love from a potato!  How many of us really do feel like we have “bad spots?” Or yet, have bad spots that others can see?  How often do you look at others & only see their “bad spots?”

Two things: one, it is not my responsibility to judge others based on their “bad spots,” I am not God.  Two, who is Jesus to me if I don’t believe He is capable of fully & permanently removing these “bad spots?!”  I have had to learn over & over again that I cannot control the thoughts & actions of others, let alone control my reaction to other people’s bad spots.  What I can control is my response.  Sometimes I found a bad spot on a poatato, & it went deeper than the surface – it was up to me get all of it out.  Same goes for how I ought to love others.  It is Jesus’ responsibility to dig deep, it is my responsibility to love. How have you see Jesus tenderly care for your “bad spots?”

  1. Peeling potatoes us much more fun with friends.  Just as is true for living life, peeling potatoes is way more fun with friends.  We laughed & learned more about one another.  We memorized scripture as we peeled, swept, mopped, & cleaned.  We challenged one another to practice more Spanish, share more of our expectations for the Race & processed what it has been like so far.  Doing life this close together with people you hardly know sets the stage for vulnerability, transparency, & oh so much honesty.  There is no way I’d rather live.

Love,

Maddie