A few days ago I was fortunate to be a part of the “Hand Spa” at the big Thursday market. It was the first time that the women from the ministry were taking their beauty skills to the market. They have learned how to do manicures, waxing and cut hair through the Word Made Flesh ministry. They had practiced on all the staff so now it was time to practice with strangers. They asked for 3 of us “gringas” to go to be hand models. They thought that maybe if others saw the American girls getting their nails done that would spark some interest. (Side note- I looked like a clown. It is cold here, I don’t have a lot of clothing options and laundry day was one day away. I didn’t know I would be out in “public” so my choice of clothes to help be an “American Hand Model” were not helpful. I had on stripped neon-multi colored socks to my knees, a black and white long skirt to my ankles, my tennis shoes, my turquoise North Face fleece sweatshirt, with a hot pink down vest over it…not my finest fashion day.)
We put a plastic table on the roof of the taxi, small stools and chairs in the back and then five of us got in and were off! We set up our little stand between a young man selling shoes and a woman and her baby selling bracelets, hair accessories, and clothes hangers. The ladies made a sign with poster board, markers, and glitter and we hung the sign on a nearby tree.
As soon as we set up we had women coming to get their nails done. Their services were really cheap because they are still practicing. I was one of the first to get my nails done. She painted them pink and then put little flower designs on each nail for 2 bolivianos; which is like 30 cents. When I paid her the 2 bolivianos she was so excited! She held up the two coins and smiled so big before putting them in her pocket: her first time being paid for her new skill. I will remember her smile for a long time and just the sense of accomplishment she felt. I am so happy to be a part of that experience.
The next market experience was not my favorite. We went for a walk to see what the rest of the six mile market had to offer. When crossing to the other side of the street I got stuck in a really small group of people and cars. (Yes, cars are driving right through the middle of the market.) Next thing I knew someone was patting down my butt, sides and pockets. Thankfully right away I started to throw my elbows, wiggle around as much as possible and push my way through the crowd. I didn’t have a purse on me; my cash was in the zip up pockets of the vest. One zipper was down, but no cash was taken because my gloves were in there too. I am so thankful nothing was taken!
I know God is keeping a special watch on me because of all of your prayers. Thank you for praying, I can feel your prayers and am so thankful for all the support back home. If you know someone stepping out and trying something new: a new job, a new business, moving to a new state, moving to a new country, trying a new hobby, a new relationship; don’t forget to encourage them. My market day was a great reminder to encourage people that want a fresh start. We all want fresh starts in some aspect of our lives and we all need someone to go along with us and encourage us. Look around this week and see who needs a little extra encouragement!
God is good!
