Month one is done. We still have 10 more times to say goodbye. 10 more times to wander new streets trying to gain our bearings. 10 more languages to butcher. 10 more times for our hearts to break.
In my signature A.D.D. train of thought, here is my Dominican Wrap up!
Digging ditches, holding babies. Holding babies, digging ditches.
Dodging scooters, EMPANADAS! Empanadas, dodging scooters – DAIHATSU!!
worship. Worship. W.O.R.S.H.I.P.
Fresh-squeezed fruit juices I can’t pronounce. Several layers of dried sweat. Avocados, provactive whistling Dominicans. Crowing chickens, barking dogs. JESUS!
Jesus. Service. Growth. Closer to understanding the word ‘Freedom’.
Prayer. Intercession. Fasting.
Chocolate shampoo? Yes.
Sleeping in piles of my sweat.
Beans and rice. Rice and beans. Tostones. Manzanas. TAQUERIA!!!
Love. Homesickness.
Amoebas, parasites, I’lltakewhoeverissicktothehospitalbecausethedoctorismuyguapo.
Pick axes, shovels, miles to walk, several streams of pouring sweat. Violence. Naked, crying babies. Fragile arms wrapped around my neck. Two hearts beating. Hope.
Seasons. Community. Change
‘Therefore, since we are surrounded by such a great a great cloud of witnesses, let us throw off everything that hinders and the sin that so easily entangles, and let us run with perseverance the race marked out for us.’ Hebrews 12:1
Team Wreckless in San Juan
Michelle Smith, Sara Hansen, William Diefenbach, Krystel Kemper, Alison Wilms
