I talk to my mom almost every day. Sometimes between our busy schedules and the two hour time difference we go a day or two without talking. But one of my favorite things about technology is the fact that it has allowed me to stay in touch with people from all over the world. When I was in the states I was able to stay in contact with my friends from Honduras. Now that I’m in Honduras, I’m able to stay in contact with my friends and family in the states. Thanks to iMessage I am able to still text my friends and family when I am at my apartment. Thanks to apps like WhatsApp I’m able to text my friends in the states who don’t have iPhones. I’m also thankful for apps like MagicJack, which allows me to call the states for free when I have Wi-Fi. Technology also allows me to be able to keep all of my supporters, church family and friends updated on what’s going on in Honduras. I’m able to post pictures, share videos, share new blog posts and more.
Since I’m able to talk to my mom so often, one of the things I hear from her almost ever time we talk is “So and so asked how you were doing” or “So and so asked what kind of things you’re doing right now since the daycare isn’t open yet”. So hopefully this blog post will answer some of those questions people have been asking, or answer the question people don’t want to ask.
I thought perhaps one of the best ways to share what I’ve been doing is to share it in a picture. So here it is.
And before you ask, yes, I did stage this picture.
But this is what my life looks like most days. I am very aware some of you may be underwhelmed. Some questions might be going through your mind like “Why aren’t there kids in the picture?” “Why isn’t she in Canada in this picture?” “Does she spend all day on the computer?” And I’m sure there may be other things running through your mind based on the picture.
I cannot tell you what a typical day looks like because there is no typical day. When you’re in Honduras, especially as a missionary having grown up in a different culture, you always have to be on your toes. You have to ready for anything. You also have to become accustomed to the fact that things usually take at least twice as long.
But here is what I can tell you. My most typical day down here most certainly includes having a fan face me at any possible time to keep me from what feels like myself metling. The most typical day also includes my scouring Pinterest looking for ideas for the daycare. I look for games, crafts, activities, decorations for the daycare building, discipline ideas, ideas for parental involvement at home, sample schedules and whatever else I can find that gives me thoughts or ideas I can use for the daycare. You can’t really start a daycare without any ideas right? And thank goodness for Pinterest for their help.
Another typical part of a day may also be simply driving around to get myself accustomed to the driving style in Honduras. There is a huge difference between driving in the states and driving in Honduras. One difference is the change in the size of vehicles I drive. Adjusting from driving a small Chevy Cobalt in Michigan to driving a monstrous Nissian Xterra is difficult. I feel like I’m driving a monster truck. Although I am thankful for such a large vehicle when I conquer semi-washed out dirt roads, I am definitely still adjusting to driving a much larger vehicle that I have been for the past eight years. Some days I spend time just driving around the city. Figuring out which streets are one ways and which are two-way streets. In the states you know because of all the posted signs telling you if a road is a one way, telling you the name of the road, and much more. Here, there is no such thing. Often times roads are not marked with names. This also makes giving directions difficult. For me, I live on the road just before the supermarket, take a left, and two gates past CoHorSil is a green gate. That’s my place.
Another part of a typical day may also include me simply spending time with other missionaries here in the city. I was not aware when I moved just how important having a community of other missionaries would be. I thought that since I had been to Honduras so many times before that I would be okay with the friends I already had in Comayagua. What I failed to realize, however, was that none of these people understood what it was like to make the transition from one country to another alone to start working in ministry. Although some of them have spent time in the states, they were with family. They were not starting a brand new ministry on their own. Some of them already knew English before moving to the states so they did not even have the pressure of learning a new language. While I am still so grateful for my friends down here, there is simply nothing that can replace the time I spend with my missionary friends. Their love, support, guidance and advice through a journey they themselves are going on has been an incredible blessing.
There are some days where I spend a majority of the day writing these blog posts for you to all read. Maybe for some people they are able to sit down and whip out a blog in a short period of time. But for someone who is not a natural writer, it takes a long time. I usually sit down with a cup of coffee. Put on some good worship music and work on it for the better part of 4 hours. That’s even after an idea for a post has been bouncing around my head for a few days.
I’ve also tried to get into the habit of reading one chapter of a book every day. Not a novel, but a book about faith, cultural transition, or the Christian life in general. Basically I’m just looking for a book that I can apply principles from directly into the work going on in Honduras. And for those of you know who don’t know me very well you know this is a huge undertaking for me because I hate reading. I hate it with a passion.
Some days I’m able to travel around the country a little bit for different events. This week I was able to go to Siguatapeque for “Living in your Strengths” workshop with two other missionaries. And in a few weeks I get the wonderful opportunity to travel to Valle de Angeles for a women’s only missionary retreat. It’s a time where we are able to fellowship and worship together. But the best part, its ALL in English!
Some days I spend at home working on making jewelry to sell to help continue to support my ministry in Honduras. Recently, I began making beads from paper. I got the idea from a woman in the mountains who did the same thing. It made me think back to the days when I used to make paper beads at church when I was little. Maybe some of you remember doing the same thing. But let me assure you, they turn out much better now than when I was eight!
Even while I took a break from writing this blog post to attend church in La Canada, my car broke down on the way there. Leaving a group of 8 of us stranded on the side of the road for at least 45 minuets until we were able to get a truck to tow us back to the city. If this is not God’s sense of humor demonstrating the fact that there is no typical day in Honduras, I don’t know what is.
There is no typical day in the life of a missionary. There is not a schedule we can stick to because even if we make an agenda for the day, most likely, something will happen that will throw the whole schedule off. Someone will call that needs our help. Our car will break down. Something will happen that causes us to miss a meeting. Our electricity will go out. Our Internet will shut off when we are trying to respond to emails. You name it, it will probably happen at some point. Unless you come live with me, you can never fully understand. But I hope this did help give you a better understanding as to what my time has looked like so far.