...and then we slept with chickens on a bus

Our great adventure to Ecuador was one of those things where you have a basic idea of the plan and a few ideas of how it will come together. But in the end it's really not much like you thought it would be at all.

We started out our trip by going to Piura. Jose has family there and we have connected with a Missionary there too. Our main purpose was to really just visit and see what it's like there. Piura is a region but there is also a city called Piura. That is where we went. After living in a big city it's easy to forget that Peru is a developing country. In Lima we have many modern conveniences that are similar to America. Fast food, better roads, etc.. There are still dirt roads in many parts of Piura.

(houses outside the city of Piura)
We still aren't sure if the city of Piura is where we will end up or if we will be going to another area. Jose's family was telling us about an area close by that is full of witch doctors. There are several parts of the region that don't have even one church. The word of God is so needed there. It's hard to know where to start.

After we spent a few days in Piura, Jose's dad wanted to go to Mancora. There is a famous beach there and people come from all over the world to surf. We stayed there a couple days and really just got to relax. Which was nice. It's amazing how hard it can be to relax when your not used to it. But once we did it was heaven. The boys loved playing on the beach chasing waves and then running away from them. Collecting rocks and seashells. One day I want to live on the beach.


After our mini-cation we took an 8 hour bus trip to Ecuador. The trip up was fairly uneventful. In Ecuador Jose and Victor attended a conference in the evenings. Saturday we went to the market and walked around. I'm noticing that if you want to experience the real culture of the towns here you go to the market.
 

Sunday night we took a bus back to Piura. The bus left at 8pm and I was feeling under the weather. I knew we were going to cross the border around 2 am and I needed to be able to get off the bus and walk up to the window with Jose so I was trying to rest. After we were on the bus for awhile something woke me up. It sounded like...a chicken? no, several chickens. And it was. A lady with a cage full of chickens got on the bus at the second stop and stayed on all the way to Piura. I'm a light sleeper. When I'm sick I'm a very light sleeper. So every time I would start to drift off one of those chickens would screech and all the rest would start to chatter at each other. Then the lady who brought them would "sh-sh-sh-sh" as if they were a fussing child. It was ridiculous.
Once we go to the border we found out that the system was shut down and we had to wait for 1 hour for them to turn it on. I was feeling so bad at this point that Jose told me to take a Dramamine. If I had ever been wild I don't think I would have gotten too much into drinking and drugs because I'm a very cheap drunk when it comes to meds. One Dramamine and I can barely stand up. Within 30 minutes I can pretty much fall asleep wherever I am. So, I waited awhile and took it at about 2:45. There I am standing leaning against my husband in line to get my passport stamped and slurring my words, trying not to fall asleep until we get in the bus. When I realize, I have to do this again in an hour when we get to the border crossing into Peru. Thankfully Jose was able to do it by himself. I was in a Dramamine induced coma by that time.

From Piura we took another bus which was much nicer and more comfortable to get home. The trip was Monday night-Tuesday morning.

Now we have 90ish days to get our visas or leave the country again. Please pray that God would provide the finances for the visas. The trip we took was an adventure, just not something I want to be doing every 3 months.  Thank you all for keeping us in prayer while we were traveling. We saw the hand of God in many ways.

A first time for everything

Happy Thanksgiving!
Today was our first time hosting Thanksgiving. I made everything but the Turkey! Our friends James and Marlith came over and they made an amazing turkey. My contributions were my "famous" (per jose) mashed potatoes, stuffing made from scratch, candied yams, and a dessert I decided not to serve because the chocolate pudding never got thick enough (but I made whipped cream for the first time! go me!)  Jose's Grandparents are visiting from America right now so they were here too. We were too busy eating and enjoying our time together to take too many pictures but I did take a few of the food, haha. Now you know what's really important to me ;)



I was really having a difficult time preparing because nothing is the same here. I was worried I wouldn't have everything the way I wanted it.  I "missed out" on some things like pumpkin pie because I just couldn't find the things I needed to make them. But in the end everything was perfect. We had a great time and the food was amazing *if I do say so myself*

A fellow first year missionary mentioned that they were starting their own family traditions since they are away from home and some traditions are impossible to continue. I liked that idea and we decided to start our own. One of them is we are going to do holiday crafts. Logan and I love crafting and timothy likes tearing up paper so it's a start. We even got daddy in on the action. :)

We made handprint turkeys as name plates. They didn't really get used since our food kind of took up the whole table.  But, everyone loved them and took theirs home and it was fun to make them.

So here's to Holidays, Family, Friends, Food, and Traditions. I hope your Thanksgiving was everything you hoped for. Happy Thanksgiving and now we can really say it! Merry Christmas!

Quick update

Hey ya'll
We are in Ecuador until tomorrow...had to leave the country to renew our visas fun fun. Pray for us tomorrow (Sunday) if you think about it. We will be crossing the border and waiting for our new bus at 2am. God has been so faithful this whole trip and has taken care of us every step of the way. I will hopefully post a more detailed account in a few days. Thank you for your prayers! 

Confession of a "Missionary"

Ok, so something has been bugging me ever since I found out I was supposed to be a missionary. I grew up reading biography's of amazing men and women of God. People like George Mueller, Amy Carmichael, Mother Theresa and Hudson Taylor. Those people were MISSIONARIES! I am not those people!
If I were catholic those people would be like saints to me. I mean in my mind you become a missionary you automatically know stuff. You obviously never sin (or think about sinning) and never, ever doubt. Obedience to God should come naturally and if you are not out helping out the poor and downtrodden you are probably just chillin' in your prayer closet or memorizing Leviticus (because you already memorized all the "easy" books)
Maybe I'm the only person who thinks like that. Actually, I know I'm not but someone has to say something. We have to stop the insanity!
So anyway, here I am minding my own business serving God. And we are so cool like that. I'm all, "where you go I'll go what you say I'll say God. What you pray I'll pray" and then I hear "really?" and I say "I can't hear you right now, I'm worshipping you. Can you see me here worshipping? you really shouldn't..., you know..., interrupt" Then I wait a second thinking I've got him there. Because when God says "really?" you can't say no, but it can be so scary to say yes.  So I try to pretend like I never heard the question. You know? I think for a little while that maybe God forgot that I had even said I would go where he goes and say what he says. But it's always there. This sensation in my chest like my heart will explode whenever I hear about "missions". This bizarre sense of jealousy when I hear other missionaries talking about their experiences. The way my eyes want to cry when I see pictures of unloved and abandoned children. But deep down inside I know. I know that I'm not good enough to be a missionary. I mean, there are a million ways I can think of off the top of my head that make me a horrible choice as a missionary. I get jealous. I have been known to lose my temper. I'm terribly selfish, I really like long hot showers with good water pressure and while I'm being honest. It is REALLY hard to trust God. I mean it's the easiest thing to say, but I cannot tell you how many times I have gotten irritated with people because they tell me to trust God. When all I can see is the ocean in front of me and the army behind me, coming to bring me back to Egypt. What kind of missionary would I make?

Then I decide to try something new. I say yes. YES! I will be a missionary...some day. I mean, I just had a baby and Jose is loving what he's doing and we bought a house. I mean now is just NOT the time. But you know in a few years. When we are ready. Then we will be missionaries.
Of course as you may already know God had already been working on Jose's heart. He had his own conversations with God. So we talked about it. I was settled on it, and I was starting to want to be a missionary. But there was still that feeling in my chest that would tense up and the voice in my head saying "YOU ARE CRAZY!!!!!! WHAT are you thinking? What about the showers? What about your friends and family? what if you DIE?"

Years passed. Jose and I grew in our relationship with God. We went through some trials that helped us to learn about trusting God. We went through some times of intense discipleship. We got a lot of time working "in the kitchen" at our church. And then almost as if Jose and I had been listening to the same song and it was just coming to the crescendo we both knew. We needed to go and we needed to go now. So we talked to our pastor about it and he said to go visit. We flew out to Peru for 2 weeks and fell in love. When we came we thought ok, we will go get our checkmark that we went and then go back to our regularly scheduled lives. But no. We got here and we knew we needed to be here.

The next year was spent preparing. Raising support. Getting rid of stuff. Trying to get ready to come back. We said to good bye, to family, friends, our church, and our water pressure. Then we boarded a plane and we went, this time it was to stay.

So now we are here. We live in Peru. I obeyed. I'm a "missionary". But, I still don't feel like a missionary. I'm still selfish, I still get angry and jealous. I still miss my shower. I don't have the bible memorized and I struggle to spend enough time in prayer. Obedience and trusting God still don't come naturally. I often freak out because I don't know what God is planning and it seems like he will never tell me. When I hear the term "missionary" in my head the definition is "perfect christian, self sacrificing, never does anything wrong because they are too busy serving the Lord to mess up." When in reality a missionary is really nothing more than a christian. Someone who loves God. Trying to work out their salvation just like any other christian. I'm still not "good enough" to be a missionary. I'm not good enough to be a christian either. Nothing I do will make me good enough. But that's not the point. Nothing any of those other missionaries did made them good enough either. They just had to make a choice. Every christian has a choice to make every day. Whether they are a Pastor, a missionary, a plumber, a stay at home mom or whatever. We have to choose to answer the call that God gives us. And let him be good enough. If I was good enough on my own I would not need God. But I NEED Him.  Everyday I'm reminded how much I need Him.

So my call is missionary. I'm almost used to being called that. Almost. What is your call? What is it that God is asking you to do that you can't do on your own? It might feel weird at first. It might not fit just right when you first try it on. But if you trust Him. If you are "confident that God, who began the good work in you will be faithful to continue the work until it is finally finished on the day that Jesus Christ comes" (Philippians 1:6) He will.

Happy November!

November is one of my favorite months. I love the Holiday season and the preparation for Thanksgiving and Christmas. This year we will be celebrating in Peru. I will be making Thanksgiving dinner for my first time ever! I haven't gone looking to see what they have available for a traditional style thanksgiving dinner. (I'm not even sure if they they have Turkey!) I'm looking forward to the challenge though
I have to say I thank God for the foodtv website and allrecipes.com without them I would be making everything up as I go along because I did not bring any cookbooks.

As I have mentioned before it is Spring here. Which feels really strange. I want to decorate the house with fall colors but everywhere I go there are pinks and purples and signs that say "welcome spring!" It feels a little weird. I have to admit though It was cold when we got here in August and I am ready for it to get warm (the weather here plays at getting warmer, then there is yet another cold snap and I spend my days in the house wrapped in a blanket) My children are getting stir crazy too they need to spend days in the park releasing their wiggles. So as much as I want to decorate the house like it's fall I am really happy that Spring is here.

I have begun a daily habit of drinking tea here. I have always liked tea. I mean I drink it when I go to starbucks and whenever I'm wanting a warm caffeinated beverage (I'm not much for coffee, though I have tried to be) I'm usually a cold drink girl though. Sweet tea (I'm southern alright?), coke and water almost frozen are generally how I roll. My favorite kind of hot tea here is Hierba Louisa. MMmmMM.

So anyway, I've been thinking of doing a giveaway on here. Peru is home to some of the best chocolate, and coffee (I hear). Plus they have some pretty cool little handmade things, and we can't forget the tea. So anyway. I'm still looking into the logistics of sending a package to the states and what I can/can't send etc...But if you want me to do a giveaway, comment on this post (with your name if you post anonymously) If I get enough responses I will do one