The past couple of days have been VBS kinds of things at 5 local churches that Conexion are involved with. It has been a lot of fun, but takes so much energy. Playing with kids is so fun, but holy cow, they are like energizer bunnies. At one church I made the mistake of picking up one kid and spinning him around and after that, they ALL wanted it. So lets just say I came up with a way to take a break. So I would spin a couple of kids then pretend to fall over and would lay there with my tongue sticking out. They would then follow to try and tickle me...and we know im not ticklish so I would lay there for a little bit, then all of the sudden sit up and make funny faces and sounds. They would get scared, and I would get up and run away. Smart girl right? No. Because then they proceeded to chase after me and I would basically be carrying 10 kids on my legs and arms to walk back into the building. Lets just say I slept real good that night.
One of the nights after VBS we played a little indoor soccer. Yall know I have never played soccer in my entire life, but the World Cup and possibly two girls that decorated their whole house and call each other rooms (cough cough Kadrienne) have gotten me fired up for it. So with that being said, I have been watching amazing players that are capable of the craziest things, and I thought, yeaaa I can do that. False. I could not be a more awful person at soccer. But we played 5 on 5 and it was so fun. Oh but I may have forgotten to tell you, Jherson was recruited to be on the National Columbian team quite some time ago but got injured...so needless to say, the boy can play some soccer. He was on the other team. But my team was doing great...pastor’s son was playing with us and he always gave me a chance…”jaime, a ti, vaya!” Eventually I found my calling on the defensive end, and found a sweet spot as a goalie. I blocked one of Jherson’s shots and it left a circle on my shin. Yep, we play real hard. And Friday is round two :)
One of the Carolina girls left Friday morning, so the night before, all 6 girls cooked everyone a huge dinner just to say thanks to the fam for hosting us and preparing everything. First we had this incredible dip and chips, then a salad with fresh strawberries and walnuts, lasagna and the best American dessert in the world...PAZOOKI! We all sat around the table (about 20 of us) and dug into this dessert...máma and conrado included! So great.
Okay, real talk now: I have been in Costa Rica for over a week now and I honestly have a broken heart for the people here. When I was journaling today, I truly realized my passion for these people and how badly I want to be involved in their lives...not necessarily to feed them or put on a fun day for the kids, but a heart to see them grow in the Lord. In my entire life I feel like I have never prayed so hard or passionately for a group of people and I have only been here a week. I cant understand why they are here living in tin houses with hardly anything, depending on churches for every meal, having no means of transportation, and really no way to bring themselves out of this lifestyle, which is why countries like this are not going to be even seen as a developing nation for a long time. I have tears in my eyes trying to share with yall how I feel about this. They have the brightest smiles and are so wonderful, but why is it that they materialistically are struggling in every way? I just dont understand how Americans can have so many of the things that we do but people here have nothing. So with that being said, a huge prayer request for me right now would be for me not to feel sorry for these great people I am surrounded by, and that I would trust that the Lord has placed everyone where they are for a reason, including my eyes being opened to this. I dont really know how to form these thoughts, but please just be praying for this time I am here and how I can share the love the Lord has given with incredible people I feel so blessed to have met.
Time for another round of soccer, love yall and miss yall!
Love.
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