We have a few hours of free time, so I thought that it would be a good time to get another blog post out to you guys.
Tomorrow will be 3 weeks since I said my goodbyes and stepped on a plane and flew to Mexico. Since I walked onto this base and stepped into my room where I will be spending the next 5 months of my life. These 3 weeks have been absolutely incredible. I feel as if I have stepped into an adopted family.
Mexican culture in its self is awesome. Literally everybody shares whatever they are eating, even if it is something not very sharable like cake. Me? I don’t share my cake. Especially if it is chocolate. Something that I am really trying to get myself to like is tortillas (we literally eat them at every meal) and refried beans (ew).
They value families and the art of families (not sure what I should use as a word here) But for example, every Wednesday the base gets together and we all share a meal and celebrate anybody who has had a birthday during the week. Something else I love is that 2 or 3 people get up and affirm the person who is celebrating their birthday. Then they all get thrown in the pool. Awesome eh?
Now that I feel as if I have updated you on life here, I will update you on how I am doing. It was really hard for me the first couple of days… to about a week. I felt like I wasn’t even sure what I was doing here and why I had even come. I was so emotional. Like literally so emotional. But God really just showed me that he brought me here for his glory, and that he had his reasons. Reasons that I still don’t know, but I have a new found peace over it all. God is so good ya’ll.
I was sharing with my one on one (who is freaking awesome btw) that I felt like I was scared to get close to anybody here, because in 5 short months I knew that I would have to say goodbye and maybe not even see that person ever again here on earth. She was telling me that when she first arrived, she felt the same, but the amount that her life is enriched by all the friendships she has made has made it so worth it. After talking with her, I began to open up to some girls in my room. They are like sisters to me, thats how close I feel to them. Praise Jesus, I am so thankful for them.
On Thursdays after class, we all go to ministry. There is whole bunch of different ones, but I wanted one where I didn’t have to speak spanish, because the language barrier has been quite the problem for me. The first week, I tried Bible ministry. The point of this one is to get a Bible in every house. We set out, filled our backpacks and arms with Bibles and off we went. I really liked the idea behind this one, but I felt like I wasn’t being Jesus’s hands and feet. I wasn’t showing his love like I felt I was called to. I tried homework club this past week, and let me tell you, this was probably the hardest thing I have ever had to do. We prepped a snack and grabbed a taxi, where we headed to a part of Mazatlan that I have never been to. The amount of garbage, and I couldn’t believe what they called their houses. Everything was basically in ruins. We set up tables and went out to invite the kids, if they wanted to play games or needed help with their homework. Being there with the kids, just loving on them really hit me hard. How ungrateful I can be. How often I would complain about having a cold shower, when I should be grateful that I am even have running water. Since Thursday, I have been catching myself complaining a lot, and I am really trying to work on this. As much as it hurts me inside, I love this ministry so much because I just get to love on the kids.
That is just a bit from life here in Mazatlan, there will be another blog post coming soon, whenever I get around to it….soon I hope.