August 31, 2008
The past few days have opened my eyes to see just how much learning I still have when it comes to cross cultural living. The way I would tend to handle conflict and a complicated situation is apparently not the best tactic for here in Honduras. In my experience, going directly to a person and discussing the issue at hand is usually the best approach and I wanted to employ it here in a situation, but my Honduran friends cautioned me against it and we took the round about way to confront. I felt like it was copping out, but perhaps it is not. My "right" way might not be so right way in this cultural context. And so it has been a very challenging week to say the least. It can be hard to figure out how to be yourself in a culture that holds different views than what I am used to. How to be friendly and polite but not lead someone to think anything more. How to lend a hand to someone without shaming them or stepping on toes. The list goes on and on of what I have to learn yet as to how to respond.
Yesterday I went with some friends from the Samaritan's Purse to a girl's home here in the city. We sang with them, played some games, and then did a craft. I discovered later than many of them are in the home because they have been abused and the government intervened. There were several small babies there whose mothers are still teenagers. I held one little 7 month old girl who was incredibly active and alert, but so skinny. The girls all wanted love and attention. They asked when we would be back again. As I was there I realized again that it would be good to be able to regularly connect with some children either at an orphanage or at a girl's home. They need to see Christ in the people that come into their lives and they need to know that they are loved by a Heavenly Father who will not harm them but instead gave up His only Son for them. Such a father many of these girls have never known. And so I pray that God will show me how I can perhaps be more involved and build some relationships with the children who are hurting.
Sunday, August 31, 2008
Sunday, August 24, 2008
Walking With Others
August 24, 2008
I look back on this past week and the word that would probably best describe it is "painful." Not so much my pain as the pain of others. My roommate and I and two other friends had planned to do an all day hike yesterday but in the end decided that we just had too much going on to spend the entire day away. As it turned out, God knew that we were needed in the city. Mid-day my neighbor and friend, Crystal, called me crying and when I went over to her house, I discovered that her mother-in-law had just passed away. The mother-in-law who was much of the reason that she and her family are even here in Honduras. I hardly had the words to share in comfort but I listened and prayed with her. We took her son on a drive so that he would fall asleep and then she returned home and I began to make a meal for her, one of the least of things that I could do. I had a basketball game late afternoon which I considered just skipping in order to be available for whatever came up, but my roommate said that she could watch Julian when they attended the wake. My heart really was not in the game though.
I came back to the house and finished the meal and shortly thereafter Emily, a friend, and Julian returned to the house. Julian has lots and lots of energy but thankfully while Emily and I were in the kitchen the friend ran around with Julian. We were not sure how bedtime would go since Julian never really stays with anyone except his grandma but my turn came to sit with him. Having finished his milk, he wanted more milk and I said no since it had been his second bottle and I had visions of disaster during the night. Julian decided to get up and walk around and did not want to sleep. Shortly thereafter came the tears and cries for his mom. I held him for a little while but he was not falling asleep. Finally I gave him some water and he laid down to drink it. Meanwhile I sang "Jesus Loves Me" and "Jesus Loves the Little Children" over and over until at long last he fell asleep. I did not even have the worst jobs of the evening though -- the diaper changing and the bath.
Because my schedule is so busy these next few days with a quick trip to camp and then several meetings here in the city, I am not sure how much I will be available for my friend. I am praying that good will come out of the situation because so many in the family are hurting deeply.
My next meeting is calling me so any further updates will have to come later in the week.
I look back on this past week and the word that would probably best describe it is "painful." Not so much my pain as the pain of others. My roommate and I and two other friends had planned to do an all day hike yesterday but in the end decided that we just had too much going on to spend the entire day away. As it turned out, God knew that we were needed in the city. Mid-day my neighbor and friend, Crystal, called me crying and when I went over to her house, I discovered that her mother-in-law had just passed away. The mother-in-law who was much of the reason that she and her family are even here in Honduras. I hardly had the words to share in comfort but I listened and prayed with her. We took her son on a drive so that he would fall asleep and then she returned home and I began to make a meal for her, one of the least of things that I could do. I had a basketball game late afternoon which I considered just skipping in order to be available for whatever came up, but my roommate said that she could watch Julian when they attended the wake. My heart really was not in the game though.
I came back to the house and finished the meal and shortly thereafter Emily, a friend, and Julian returned to the house. Julian has lots and lots of energy but thankfully while Emily and I were in the kitchen the friend ran around with Julian. We were not sure how bedtime would go since Julian never really stays with anyone except his grandma but my turn came to sit with him. Having finished his milk, he wanted more milk and I said no since it had been his second bottle and I had visions of disaster during the night. Julian decided to get up and walk around and did not want to sleep. Shortly thereafter came the tears and cries for his mom. I held him for a little while but he was not falling asleep. Finally I gave him some water and he laid down to drink it. Meanwhile I sang "Jesus Loves Me" and "Jesus Loves the Little Children" over and over until at long last he fell asleep. I did not even have the worst jobs of the evening though -- the diaper changing and the bath.
Because my schedule is so busy these next few days with a quick trip to camp and then several meetings here in the city, I am not sure how much I will be available for my friend. I am praying that good will come out of the situation because so many in the family are hurting deeply.
My next meeting is calling me so any further updates will have to come later in the week.
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
These Warm Days
August 19, 2008
It would appear that the hot days have returned and so I am thankful to have A/C in my car. I am ready for a few big storms to hopefully bring in some cooler weather. Last week I was able to do a little swimming which was quite nice.
I feel as if my plans have changed frequently this past week due to unexpected meetings, being told that no I still cannot get a Honduran license, and whatever else came up. This morning I was sitting in the staff meeting at the church (it is basically a time of worship and sharing a devotional). For the first 10 minutes or so I was the only female in the room so the one pastor announced that I could teach them this morning. Sometimes I do not like going to the meetings because I hate being called on to share if I have not had time to prepare or to adequately think through the topic on hand. I inwardly groaned and prayed for some more females to appear, which they did, but the pastor still looked to me to share a little devotional thought. That is much easier to do in English than in Spanish but I shared from my reading this morning in Colossians 1:9-14 -- a powerful prayer with lots of challenges because it is not easy to live out, especially the part about "in everything." This morning I started to memorize it in Spanish but I did not practice on the group. They had to bear with enough of my Spanish as it was.
Last Saturday my roommate and I and another friend drove out to camp for the day where we relaxed some and then tried out papermaking. It is a project that I want to be able to do with children at camp but I am trying out new methods, such as using a hand egg beater instead of an electric blender. I discovered that I still have quite a few supplies to track down but we produced something similar to paper.
Sunday evening I attended a youth service at the church which brought to a conclusion the "youth week" or series of meetings especially for them. We had a great time of worship and I was reminded of the Praise and Worship Services that I use to attend in Costa Rica once a month. As I was introducing a new girl to various youth members and leaders, I was reminded that I really do know a lot of people. It was a cool realization except that I am still struggling to know how to maintain all the relationships and really being able to know a few people well. Too many acquaintances can perhaps hinder strong friendships. So I have some work to do in developing a few of my acquaintances into real friendships.
Right now I am off to a meeting for the upcoming youth camp with my church. Quite likely it will be a rather long meeting but hopefully we will make progress and have a good time. Hmm... I forgot to write about cooking. I will have to put that in another entry sometime later this week.
It would appear that the hot days have returned and so I am thankful to have A/C in my car. I am ready for a few big storms to hopefully bring in some cooler weather. Last week I was able to do a little swimming which was quite nice.
I feel as if my plans have changed frequently this past week due to unexpected meetings, being told that no I still cannot get a Honduran license, and whatever else came up. This morning I was sitting in the staff meeting at the church (it is basically a time of worship and sharing a devotional). For the first 10 minutes or so I was the only female in the room so the one pastor announced that I could teach them this morning. Sometimes I do not like going to the meetings because I hate being called on to share if I have not had time to prepare or to adequately think through the topic on hand. I inwardly groaned and prayed for some more females to appear, which they did, but the pastor still looked to me to share a little devotional thought. That is much easier to do in English than in Spanish but I shared from my reading this morning in Colossians 1:9-14 -- a powerful prayer with lots of challenges because it is not easy to live out, especially the part about "in everything." This morning I started to memorize it in Spanish but I did not practice on the group. They had to bear with enough of my Spanish as it was.
Last Saturday my roommate and I and another friend drove out to camp for the day where we relaxed some and then tried out papermaking. It is a project that I want to be able to do with children at camp but I am trying out new methods, such as using a hand egg beater instead of an electric blender. I discovered that I still have quite a few supplies to track down but we produced something similar to paper.
Sunday evening I attended a youth service at the church which brought to a conclusion the "youth week" or series of meetings especially for them. We had a great time of worship and I was reminded of the Praise and Worship Services that I use to attend in Costa Rica once a month. As I was introducing a new girl to various youth members and leaders, I was reminded that I really do know a lot of people. It was a cool realization except that I am still struggling to know how to maintain all the relationships and really being able to know a few people well. Too many acquaintances can perhaps hinder strong friendships. So I have some work to do in developing a few of my acquaintances into real friendships.
Right now I am off to a meeting for the upcoming youth camp with my church. Quite likely it will be a rather long meeting but hopefully we will make progress and have a good time. Hmm... I forgot to write about cooking. I will have to put that in another entry sometime later this week.
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Further Thought
August 13, 2008
I had a revelation this morning about my perspective of the trip last Friday. I began to wonder if anyone else felt as I did about the lack of hiking and exploring the park which to me had been the goal. I realized that to begin with, perhaps that was not even the goal of the group. If we did not have the same expectations in the first place, we probably did not share the same disappointment. Maybe the things that I wanted to change about the day were not as important to others as they were to me. I have to remember to think from the perspective of the Hondurans and consider their expectations.
A few other random thoughts. Today I was out in the woods and much to my delight the mosquitoes were not as bad as last week. I was able to work without my mosquito netting. The butterflies have been abundant and beautiful these past few weeks. I have seen morphos, owl butterflies, and a few other unknown ones. Several of the staff told me that they had spotted the two baby owls that we had a few months back which is exciting to know that they are alive and well – and not in captivity. My other side hobby seems to be becoming a horse woman. Two mornings in a row I single handedly drove 5 horses out of camp. Well, I started them in the right direction with my small piece of cable as my ”whip” (really self-protection for myself in case they charged) and then the men were working by the front gate and helped send them running. Yesterday the dogs gave me a hand too. I also must give credit to the Lord because I knew that I could not get the horses to go where I wanted without some help. The fence needs repaired by the river and until that happens the horses have decided to come for some breakfast each morning.
For some reason I have been really tired the past few days and I awake without the motivation to get up and run. Ironically today I ran even though I had to be ready earlier than usual since I was driving some staff children to school.
Yesterday I wondered just how many ants I consume on a daily basis. They always crawl into my water pitcher and sometimes it is just too much work to fish them out. I guess that considering I ate a termite intentionally a while back, I should not be too concerned with a few ants. I doubt that I will have the energy to visit with the Honduran staff yet tonight. I am currently down in the town waiting for my allergy injections. Till I get back to camp it will probably be dark and I will heat up my food, talk with the Williamson’s and head to bed. On my agenda for dinner are the tortillas that I mixed up a little earlier with the help of Marlen, one of the Honduran women. I did a substitution of olive oil for shortening to make them a little healthier. We will see how they turn out since we were experimenting with the measurements.
I had a revelation this morning about my perspective of the trip last Friday. I began to wonder if anyone else felt as I did about the lack of hiking and exploring the park which to me had been the goal. I realized that to begin with, perhaps that was not even the goal of the group. If we did not have the same expectations in the first place, we probably did not share the same disappointment. Maybe the things that I wanted to change about the day were not as important to others as they were to me. I have to remember to think from the perspective of the Hondurans and consider their expectations.
A few other random thoughts. Today I was out in the woods and much to my delight the mosquitoes were not as bad as last week. I was able to work without my mosquito netting. The butterflies have been abundant and beautiful these past few weeks. I have seen morphos, owl butterflies, and a few other unknown ones. Several of the staff told me that they had spotted the two baby owls that we had a few months back which is exciting to know that they are alive and well – and not in captivity. My other side hobby seems to be becoming a horse woman. Two mornings in a row I single handedly drove 5 horses out of camp. Well, I started them in the right direction with my small piece of cable as my ”whip” (really self-protection for myself in case they charged) and then the men were working by the front gate and helped send them running. Yesterday the dogs gave me a hand too. I also must give credit to the Lord because I knew that I could not get the horses to go where I wanted without some help. The fence needs repaired by the river and until that happens the horses have decided to come for some breakfast each morning.
For some reason I have been really tired the past few days and I awake without the motivation to get up and run. Ironically today I ran even though I had to be ready earlier than usual since I was driving some staff children to school.
Yesterday I wondered just how many ants I consume on a daily basis. They always crawl into my water pitcher and sometimes it is just too much work to fish them out. I guess that considering I ate a termite intentionally a while back, I should not be too concerned with a few ants. I doubt that I will have the energy to visit with the Honduran staff yet tonight. I am currently down in the town waiting for my allergy injections. Till I get back to camp it will probably be dark and I will heat up my food, talk with the Williamson’s and head to bed. On my agenda for dinner are the tortillas that I mixed up a little earlier with the help of Marlen, one of the Honduran women. I did a substitution of olive oil for shortening to make them a little healthier. We will see how they turn out since we were experimenting with the measurements.
Sunday, August 10, 2008
Great Expectations
August 9, 2008
… That do not seem to be met. I am discovering that whenever an event or something out of the ordinary comes up, I create high expectations for what the trip, training, or activity will be. And yet rarely are those expectations met. Yesterday was a case in point. It was a frustrating day but there was definitely good in it. You know a day in Honduras must be exciting if one considers turning on the heat in the car.
At 6:50AM yesterday morning, I headed from San Pedro Sula to a nearby small town from which I was going with a friend and her group of students from a technical school to visit a National Park. I arrived on time and discovered that the friend and her mom were making lunch for the group of about 40 persons. Where as in the States we would probably take packed lunches, this was a full course meal. The preparations were a little behind so we left a bit late. All of us loaded into the back of two pick-ups and one other SUV and began the two hour ascent to the park. For over a year I had wanted to visit this park which is mostly cloud forest and boasts sightings of the beautiful quetzal. We arrived at the park around 10:30AM and the next 2 ½ hours were spent in presentations of games (they were part of a tourism class) and a few stations of activities. All of the activities were good and have their time and place but in my opinion this park was not the place for them. Even when we had left the town it looked as if it would rain sometime that day. By 1:00PM when we sat down to eat, the thunder was beginning to rumble and the sky was darkening. At 1:30 we divided in two groups and headed into the woods which was my desire all along. My guide did not speak very loud so being at the back, I could not really hear any of the explanations. About 10 minutes into the hike I pulled out my rain pants and put them on because it looked like it would rain very soon. Maybe 15 minutes later the sky blackened and the clouds let loose a torrential downpour that turned our train into a river.
I was the only one of the group to have raingear so while I stayed relatively dry, everyone huddled under banana leaves and other trees. We stood in the rain for a little while waiting for the other group to meet up with us. When they joined up, we headed back to the pavilion. I soon discovered that my boots need another coating of water protection because I could feel the water sloshing around at my toes. My jacket did not prove capable of withstanding the downpour either but I could not complain since I was better off than everyone else. As we walked back to the vehicles I debated where I preferred to be – in the forest with lightning flashing all around or in the back of a pick-up, going downhill on muddy roads, still with lightning surrounding me.
We arrived back at the pavilion and packed up to begin the descent back to the town. After maybe 30-40 minutes on the trail, we had had to leave. I had seen nothing of the park except the pavilion and parking lot. There in lay the great disappointment. The return trip took two hours as well because of getting stuck in mud, bathroom stops, and battery trouble. Four hours for a half an hour to explore the park. I wished that we had done the hike first and all of the other activities second sinc
e they could have been done anywhere in the world. Sitting on the hard, spare tire for 4 hours is a rather high price to pay for such a short walk. I was thankful when I was able to walk down the road for almost half an hour while my truck went back to help the vehicle with a battery problem. By this point in the trip I was very cold from the wet clothes and cool breeze as we drove. The feeling returned to my fingers and toes and I stopped dreaming of turning the heat on when I got to my own car. (You know you are in danger of hypothermia if you are thinking of turning on the heat in a tropical country).
In spite of my frustrations, I enjoyed the trip. What I saw of the park and surrounding mountains was beautiful. I met some neat people and several of the students made me laugh with their antics as we descended the mountain. I am just realizing that maybe I need to change my expectations before I head off for some activity. And I need to figure out how to best give ideas and suggestions in a way that will not offend people but will help them to see that there is more than one way to prepare an outing and sometimes changes need to be made last minute in case of bad weather or other insinuating circumstances.
Currently I have expectations that I will finally finish my changes to the ropes course over the next two days, but I know that things could happen to change that. My plan though is to be at camp until Wednesday working on that and other projects. We will see how it goes.
… That do not seem to be met. I am discovering that whenever an event or something out of the ordinary comes up, I create high expectations for what the trip, training, or activity will be. And yet rarely are those expectations met. Yesterday was a case in point. It was a frustrating day but there was definitely good in it. You know a day in Honduras must be exciting if one considers turning on the heat in the car.
At 6:50AM yesterday morning, I headed from San Pedro Sula to a nearby small town from which I was going with a friend and her group of students from a technical school to visit a National Park. I arrived on time and discovered that the friend and her mom were making lunch for the group of about 40 persons. Where as in the States we would probably take packed lunches, this was a full course meal. The preparations were a little behind so we left a bit late. All of us loaded into the back of two pick-ups and one other SUV and began the two hour ascent to the park. For over a year I had wanted to visit this park which is mostly cloud forest and boasts sightings of the beautiful quetzal. We arrived at the park around 10:30AM and the next 2 ½ hours were spent in presentations of games (they were part of a tourism class) and a few stations of activities. All of the activities were good and have their time and place but in my opinion this park was not the place for them. Even when we had left the town it looked as if it would rain sometime that day. By 1:00PM when we sat down to eat, the thunder was beginning to rumble and the sky was darkening. At 1:30 we divided in two groups and headed into the woods which was my desire all along. My guide did not speak very loud so being at the back, I could not really hear any of the explanations. About 10 minutes into the hike I pulled out my rain pants and put them on because it looked like it would rain very soon. Maybe 15 minutes later the sky blackened and the clouds let loose a torrential downpour that turned our train into a river.
I was the only one of the group to have raingear so while I stayed relatively dry, everyone huddled under banana leaves and other trees. We stood in the rain for a little while waiting for the other group to meet up with us. When they joined up, we headed back to the pavilion. I soon discovered that my boots need another coating of water protection because I could feel the water sloshing around at my toes. My jacket did not prove capable of withstanding the downpour either but I could not complain since I was better off than everyone else. As we walked back to the vehicles I debated where I preferred to be – in the forest with lightning flashing all around or in the back of a pick-up, going downhill on muddy roads, still with lightning surrounding me.
We arrived back at the pavilion and packed up to begin the descent back to the town. After maybe 30-40 minutes on the trail, we had had to leave. I had seen nothing of the park except the pavilion and parking lot. There in lay the great disappointment. The return trip took two hours as well because of getting stuck in mud, bathroom stops, and battery trouble. Four hours for a half an hour to explore the park. I wished that we had done the hike first and all of the other activities second sinc
e they could have been done anywhere in the world. Sitting on the hard, spare tire for 4 hours is a rather high price to pay for such a short walk. I was thankful when I was able to walk down the road for almost half an hour while my truck went back to help the vehicle with a battery problem. By this point in the trip I was very cold from the wet clothes and cool breeze as we drove. The feeling returned to my fingers and toes and I stopped dreaming of turning the heat on when I got to my own car. (You know you are in danger of hypothermia if you are thinking of turning on the heat in a tropical country).In spite of my frustrations, I enjoyed the trip. What I saw of the park and surrounding mountains was beautiful. I met some neat people and several of the students made me laugh with their antics as we descended the mountain. I am just realizing that maybe I need to change my expectations before I head off for some activity. And I need to figure out how to best give ideas and suggestions in a way that will not offend people but will help them to see that there is more than one way to prepare an outing and sometimes changes need to be made last minute in case of bad weather or other insinuating circumstances.
Currently I have expectations that I will finally finish my changes to the ropes course over the next two days, but I know that things could happen to change that. My plan though is to be at camp until Wednesday working on that and other projects. We will see how it goes.
Sunday, August 03, 2008
Battling the Floods
August 3, 2008
Last evening I was at the house of friends when a big storm passed through San Pedro Sula and dumped lots of water. I left their house at 9:15PM and as I headed down the main highway I noticed what looked like a standstill in traffic ahead so I turned right at the light, figuring I could find my way home eventually. I did not expect to have to drive through such high water though. I was ever so thankful for my SUV that allowed me to pass through the waters and not be one of the victims of a flooded engine. I passed 5 or more cars pulled off the side of the road because of their passage through the waters. The drainage system apparently could not handle the volume of water because the water was gushing up out of the man hole covers. I was praying each time I drove through the high waters because I had discovered that I had left my cell phone at the apartment which meant that if I had car trouble, I would have to walk and it was dark and I was on some back roads. I probably have not been so scared in quite a while. Thankfully I managed to make it through the flooded areas and arrive at the apartment with my car in one piece. I think that I hit at least one open man hole though so who knows what external damage I did to the car. My biggest concern was getting home without having to walk so I was still happy.
This afternoon I hiked up to the Coca Cola sign with two girls from Taiwan and one Honduran. We had a triangle of communication in that 3 of us spoke Spanish, 2 Mandarin, and 2 English. There was no language in which we could speak and have everyone understand each other. I had to tell several stories in Spanish and then again in English in order to make sure everyone understood. It was a good hike and I was glad to have an alternative activity as opposed to just sitting in the mall eating something or drinking coffee.
Last evening I was at the house of friends when a big storm passed through San Pedro Sula and dumped lots of water. I left their house at 9:15PM and as I headed down the main highway I noticed what looked like a standstill in traffic ahead so I turned right at the light, figuring I could find my way home eventually. I did not expect to have to drive through such high water though. I was ever so thankful for my SUV that allowed me to pass through the waters and not be one of the victims of a flooded engine. I passed 5 or more cars pulled off the side of the road because of their passage through the waters. The drainage system apparently could not handle the volume of water because the water was gushing up out of the man hole covers. I was praying each time I drove through the high waters because I had discovered that I had left my cell phone at the apartment which meant that if I had car trouble, I would have to walk and it was dark and I was on some back roads. I probably have not been so scared in quite a while. Thankfully I managed to make it through the flooded areas and arrive at the apartment with my car in one piece. I think that I hit at least one open man hole though so who knows what external damage I did to the car. My biggest concern was getting home without having to walk so I was still happy.
This afternoon I hiked up to the Coca Cola sign with two girls from Taiwan and one Honduran. We had a triangle of communication in that 3 of us spoke Spanish, 2 Mandarin, and 2 English. There was no language in which we could speak and have everyone understand each other. I had to tell several stories in Spanish and then again in English in order to make sure everyone understood. It was a good hike and I was glad to have an alternative activity as opposed to just sitting in the mall eating something or drinking coffee.
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