The Long and The Short of It

Out of respect for your time and out of appreciation for your interest in returning to this site occasionally, I will model an entry that I saw written by another missionary on his blog. He called it "the long and the short of it", and he gave a quick update at the top followed by a longer, more detailed reflection at the bottom. Feel free to only read the short one if you'd like!

The Short:
I'm really feeling a lot better, but I'm still not great. I am no longer in pain, even when I eat. I'm just really tired and often feel nauseous with a loss of appetite. I heard on Friday that something like this has kind of been going around the school and that all the nannies have had it, so I'm starting to feel more confident that it's been a virus rather than a parasite, but I took worm medicine today just in case. Yep. Welcome to Honduras where we sometimes find it necessary to take worm medicine. I feel like a dog.
We had a half-day of school yesterday that included a cute Mother's Day program and a party in our classroom for the moms. It was great to be proud of my kids' performances and then to appreciate the ways they like to organize and run their own class parties. A bunch of the teachers spent the afternoon at the pool at a hotel in the city for our women's retreat. We then had dinner and a time of praise and worship (and this is probably what has led to the need for a long reflection tonight). This morning after breakfast, we spent more time by the pool, but the Honduran sun was trying to get the best of me, so I had to go inside a little early. After a long, hot, exhausting day in Centro, I was so relieved to make it home and to take a LONG and much-needed nap.
Happy Mother's Day tomorrow! I intend to celebrate by going to church (maybe... depending on the energy level) and catching up on the grading that I've fallen behind on. Sounds fun!

The Long
Thursday flew by so quickly, and I struggled to keep up with everything going on around me. We had a practice for the Mother's Day program that really ate up our schedule, and it was progress report day, so I found myself desperately trying to grade a few last-minute assignments to make sure the averages were pretty accurate. I was relieved when Thursday was over so I could look forward to an easy Friday.
We had a half-day on Friday. My kids arrived and were almost instantly thrown into their weekly spelling and reading tests so that we could take a bathroom break and make it down to the gym early to prepare for the program. The timing was perfect because we got our work done, had the program, and then returned to the classroom for the Mother's Day party, after which the kids got to go home as soon as their moms were ready to leave. I had a group of boys that brought most of the food and made sure it got set up and distributed. Then we cleaned up and I took my remaining four students to play on the computers in the library as they waited to ride the bus home. It was a nice recovery after a busy Thursday. However I have a lot of work waiting for me to do tomorrow (probably) because I left it there and went on the women's retreat. :)
This is an annual event here at Pinares... It could almost be considered a teacher's retreat since the vast majority of us here are single women, but the women's retreat is a time for the girls to go down into Tegus, stay at a nice hotel (The Clarion), spend time laying out at the pool, getting massages or pedicures, and to enjoy the company of our sweet community in a different, more relaxing environment.
Our weather since Semana Santa has been quite cloudy and often rainy, but this week was gorgeous. Yet, we began to feel a little disappointed as dark clouds rolled in while we waited on the bus to pick us up and take us to the hotel. In fact, we loaded the bus in the rain, thinking we were bound for an afternoon of naps and playing cards. However, due to the fact that the mountain weather of the school is often different from the valley weather of the city, and also because the weather can change completely in about half an hour here, we still got the warm, sunny afternoon that we all craved. We checked into our rooms and almost all of us quickly changed and migrated out to the pool area. The intermittant clouds were nice because the need for sunscreen wasn't as dire as usual, and many of us read or just chatted or enjoyed the teacher-performed synchronized swimming performance. If this whole teaching thing doesn't work out, apparently I have some friends who should be training for the olympics. :)
After we ended up in the shadow of the hotel, Erika and I went inside and scheduled pedicures in the beauty salon. That was a fun experience because she had never had one before. I know things like that are hard for her because she can't see what they're doing to prepare herself, but in the end, she said she enjoyed it. We made it out just in time to throw on different outfits and head for the buffet dinner out by the pool. Twana is with her parents this weekend, so I sat with some other girls that I like but don't often spend time with. Because we were borderline-late, I felt a little rushed and unsettled at first, and then I really didn't love the food options. They were a little too fancy for a simple, picky eater who has been sick and stopped eating for a week. After I settled down a little, I enjoyed the company and conversation very much and enjoyed the praise and worship afterward even more...
One of the teachers from last year is in town visiting, and because she is extremely talented with a guitar, they asked her to join us and help lead some songs. It took me back to youth group days, just standing in a circle of people in a room singing praise songs. I enjoyed seeing the hearts of our teachers, who can often be so caught up in our complaints about life here, just focused on worship. I actually took some time to just look around... It helped me to realize that we don't do that together enough, and actually, Honduras has almost stripped me of my freedom in worship. Our Friday morning devotions are always very focused on musical style preferences, and with the 6:55am worship time along with our habits to stand in our rows facing the front and resisting the urge to dance at all (school policy), there is often a lack of freedom or community. Then, when I go to Impacto and I am surrounded by people I don't know and trying to understand a language that I don't really speak, I am also very guarded. Particularly as I watched some others in that room and as I observed Heather (the guitar player), I felt jealous.
Of course, then I realized that it was also a heart issue. My faith here is such a constant part of my life. It is often almost scheduled as part of the Pinares routine. Between teacher-devotions, student-chapel assemblies, care group meetings, church services, and even my read-the-Bible-chronologically-in-a-year schedule, things are a bit expected and routine. There has been a lack of spontaneous devotion and adoration and response. My seeking has become methodical. I think it's a hard line to walk. At least I've been seeking, because He promises to be found, but I miss doing it out of deep hunger and love. I'm praying for rejuvenation and freedom.
Last night also felt like the beginning of the end as we talked about those of us who are leaving and how we only have the next six weeks together. For various reasons, I am not here wishing these last days away. Instead, I'm just living them out, and I'm so blessed that God has given me this perspective. Yes, in six weeks, I will be able to sleep in my own bed that has a mattress that was made by angels in heaven, and I will drive my car, and I will be able to eat the foods that I've been missing. I will also be reunited with my family and friends. However, in six weeks, I will no longer be a part of this community, where I trust everyone and I trust their sincerity of faith and share in the core beliefs of their hearts. This is a good place... God has created an incredible ministry here.
As I watched some girls who were reunited with their former roommate, and as I saw their laughter and understanding of each other, and as I witnessed them worshipping alongside each other, I couldn't help but feel like I've missed out a little. God knew what was best, and I trust that alone time to escape and decompress at the end of my days has been what I've needed, but I found myself questioning what this experience could be like if you felt like you were doing it with best (or at least really close) friends. I love Twana, but she lives in a house off-campus, so I don't see her all that often. I just haven't experienced a home environment like the one I caught a glimpse of last night, and I was a little jealous. But who knows? That might have changed my path in more ways than I realize, and it obviously wasn't sovereignly planned to run that way.
Anyway, after that, we returned to our room for some laughter that lasted well-past our bedtimes, and we all proceeded to show that we're becoming like our parents and we're not fully able to enjoy rest and sleep outside of our own beds. This morning we enjoyed an abundant breakfast buffet followed by more pool time under the scorching Central American sun. I loved looking around and seeing ten lovely Christian women laying out and reading. This is such a community of readers. I really do fit in well here. We all have a lot in common even though we're from completely different backgrounds, locations, and lives.
This afternoon, Sarah and I spent some time in El Centro (the old downtown that is named for the Central Park) because we thought we were supposed to serve at the feeding center. Unfortunately, that got cancelled, but we did proceed to witness a crime scene, get hit on, purchase a new wallet and pair of shoes for CHEAP (I am REALLY going to miss that when I'm home!), watch rowdy parades of soccer fans complete with firecrackers in the streets, feel hot and exhausted, sit on the sidewalk while waiting for friends and joke about holding our hands out to ask for money, get a little scared by a homeless man, get cautioned in English to "be careful" by two Honduran women, struggle to find a bus that would take us home, and remember that we truly do live in Honduras. When we FINALLY made it home, I just collapsed into the rest, safety, and security of my bed.
Thanks for making it through the long version of my days and my heart's ponderings... I hope this weekend has been blessed and refreshing for everyone. :)
I can't believe it's just six more Saturdays...