Wow! Has it really almost been a week since we got back from Mexico? This week has simply flown by. Of course I returned to a PILE of work thanks to it being the middle of tax season so there's been no shortage of things to do. Thankfully, Darren kept the house under control so I didn't have to come home to that mess. Heck, he even did all of my and Jarrod's dirty laundry within the first couple of days after we got home. I think he was trying to show me how much he appreciated me. LOL!
Mexico was great! Amy, Linda and I had a blast. I haven't laughed that hard or that much in a long time (probably since last year's trip to Mexico with Kim and Sarah). Our kitchen ran like a well-oiled machine. Gordon Ramsey would have been proud! One of the ladies in the village (who spoke no English) came and showed us how to make homemade flour tortillas one day. We had so much fun learning and trying to make them. We all shared coffee together and even the language barrier couldn't stop us from learning about one another. It was such an uplifting experience.
In the area where we were working there are very few white faces. For the most part, the Mexican people we came into contact with were friendly and grateful for our help. There were some who looked at us as if we were oddities (or Llamas as Amy so aptly put it) and that is a really weird feeling. It's very strange to catch people peeking over store shelves at you as if you have three heads and horns. Now I know how animals in the zoo must feel.
Jarrod had a great experience right up to the last day. He accidently left his backpack lying in a chair outside one of our motel rooms on Friday night and of course someone picked it up. It had his ipod and the gift he had bought for Hannah in it. He was so upset. I'm not sure if he was upset about losing it or upset because he was afraid Darren was going to kill him for losing a $300 ipod (and his Bible Bowl text). There was even talk among the group on the way home of taking up a love offering to help pay for his funeral. I'm happy to report that, even though Darren did his fair share of yelling, ranting and raving, Jarrod is alive and well (and saving up to buy himself a new ipod).
I've been experiencing PMS (post-mission syndrome, as Amy calls it) this week. I've missed being with Amy and Linda and the rest of the group every day. We had so much fun. Also, part of our schedule every day in Mexico were times set aside for morning devotion, personal devotion, and daily Bible study. I really miss all those things. I'm not very good at making myself set aside time for these things on my own. I really have to work at it because of all the distractions in my life. I'm really missing the super closeness I felt to God last week and I'm trying hard to figure out how to work these things into my daily schedule. Also, it's kind of depressing knowing that the thing we worked so hard for and looked forward to for so long is over. I don't mean to whine. I just needed to express my feelings.
Thanks to all of you who prayed for us while we were gone. I wish that everyone could go work on the mission field. It is such an uplifting experience and you get so much more from it than you could ever give. If you get the opportunity to go on a mission trip, either out of the country or right here in the USA, you should definitely make the effort to make it happen. I promise you'll be glad you did!
