Now, in following the Spirit, there is always a time to come and a time to go, and I try to pay attention to the signs so… Read more “Part 4: All Signs Lead Home”
As God has promised not to leave us comfortless, the true essence of who I be that transcends race, culture, and relationship status was not deprived of the bonds of family defined by our connection to Spirit. This brings to mind my grandmother’s certain but comedic way of discerning folks. If she did not like what she discerned, she would say, “my spirit don’t agree with” him or her. And just like everywhere else I have been, I have found those with whom my spirit “don’t agree” in Guatemala, as well as those with whom my spirit does agree–my extended spiritual family. In this family, there are no hierarchies or boundaries that separate but only the Spirit who unifies. So, although I arrived in Guatemala without a defined support system, I did know the three people that the Spirit used to get me here–the executive director, her husband, and their son–and while I’ve been here, the Spirit has connected me to an extended spiritual family.
As God has been itinerating me about every two years for the last ten years or so, I was comfortable with making a two year commitment and within the first six months I was certain that two years was my limit. For the past two years, I have been immersed in a beautiful culture where people greet you in the street and wish you well–often saying “Que le vaya bien,” which loosely means “I hope things go well for you;” where the people have preserved their beautiful and rich culture and continue customs like wearing traditional clothing and partaking of corn tortillas with every meal; where creativity, ingenuity, and tenacity are a way of life (you really can carry just about anything on your head WITH a baby strapped to your back!); where work generally revolves around family and not the other way around; and where the reaction to my black skin is usually awe and intrigue and not the hostility and suspicion that has been normalized in America. Even so, sometimes you just want to be less conspicuous, sometimes you just want to blend in, sometimes you just want at least one place where you belong.
Eleven days ago on March 11, 2017, I celebrated two years since I arrived in Guatemala to serve as a volunteer in mission with the Susanna Wesley… Read more “Part 1: Celebrating Two Years”
(Painting of the Last Supper in First Baptist Church of San Pedro) When I began my first year of service as a volunteer in mission with Project… Read more “Called to Serve “With”–Not “Over””
In July, I received a message from the School Director, Paulina, that our newest pre-kindergartner, Heidy, had been rushed to the hospital in Solola after falling and… Read more “A Promise Is A Promise”
Now that I’m in the second quarter of my first year of service or what I like to call my second trimester of giving birth to God’s… Read more “The Call to Be”
This blog contains a photo journal at the end… As I was preparing to move to Guatemala to work with the Susanna Wesley School of Project Salud… Read more “A Lot’s Happened in 3 Months”
Due to inclement weather, the Mission Send-Off Celebration scheduled for TODAY, March 1st at 3:00pm has been POSTPONED until next Sunday, March 8th at 3:00pm. Hope to… Read more “Mission Send-Off Celebration POSTPONED Until March 8th”
It’s official!!! My ticket has been purchased, and I depart for Guatemala on March 11, 2015 to begin serving as a volunteer in mission with Project Salud… Read more “Upcoming Mission Sharing Opportunities”