This week my team and I are staying in a village about an hour outside of Palenque. Chickens and turkeys roam the streets freely. We have been a spectacle to say the least, quite literally stopping traffic and gathering crowds on a daily basis. An amazing family has opened their home to us. 5 of us girls sleep in an empty concrete room with a door and windows that close only with curtains and pigs as our next door neighbors. We eat incredible food; every meal prepared for us by a beautiful woman named Ruth. It is no rare thing for a chicken or two to wonder into the open kitchen or to be awakened at 4 am by an over-zealous rooster.
The problem? This family speaks NO English, we speak VERY LITTLE Spanish. But, we are learning…slowly learning. The kicker is most people in the village don´t even speak Spanish, they speak a Mayan dialect called Chole. Good times. It has been a bit frustrating so far trying to minister in a place where there is little to no communication, but God is teaching me that He can do big things regardless of my limitations. My prayer is that the people will see His glory on our unveiled faces (2 Cor 3) and that will be enough to transcend language barriers. We have been spending time praying over the village and cleaning up an old building that will be used for a conference the local church is hosting this weekend. This evening we will take part in the church service through music and drama.
My teammate, Jen has taken some great pictures of the village as well as Palenque, the city where we spent our first week. So visit her blog to check them out and get a taste of my life thus far on the World Race.
