Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Journal Entry #7: Jessica Garber
Journal Entry 7: Jessica Garber
March 8th, 2006
After a morning at Paula's and lunch, Kara, Gail, and I walked back to the
church to see if there was anything we could do there. On our way back to
the church, we stopped at Paula's house to see the finished roof and new
walls. (Paula is a single pregnant mother who has five children). We
stepped into her yard and saw her sitting by her new window with a huge
smile on her face. She had said earlier "Este es el día más feliz de mi
vida" (This is the happiest day of my life). In just two days, her one room
house was transformed to keep out the persistent rain. Even though we had
helped her, we all felt like she had blessed us just as much with her
gratitude.
When we arrived at the church Guiselle enthusiastically invited us to help
with dinner, as we sometimes do. She was just about to leave, so she
quickly showed us a random assortment of ingredients and showed us what to
do. After she left we turned on la música and began grating yuccas, mixing
cheese and butter, and wondering what to do with the eggs. We all had
different ideas of what the ingredients were going to become. While we were
at it, we decided to make brownies; not knowing where the measuring cups
were or what 325 degrees was in Celsius. While Kara and Gail went to Panama
to fetch some ice cream for the brownies, I found out from Guiselle that
everything was to be mixed together, formed into a pancake-like structure,
stuffed with chicken and mushrooms, and fried to become: Enyucados. They
tasted and looked almost like a hashbrown, which was far from what we were
imagining.
As we finished preparing supper, the boys returned from a hard days work,
sweaty and smelly. They finished the work at Paula's house and began at
Carmen's, a single mother of three. Carmen had told us that in December she
was considering moving back to Nicaragua because she could no longer support
her children, and she started praying for her situation. When she heard
that we were coming, she began praying for our safety even before we came.
She was so grateful for the answer to prayer, and the joy showed in her face
as we attempted to converse with her.
Praise God for our safety in numerous situations, and for the valuable
conversations we've had with our new friends in Sixaola.
March 8th, 2006
After a morning at Paula's and lunch, Kara, Gail, and I walked back to the
church to see if there was anything we could do there. On our way back to
the church, we stopped at Paula's house to see the finished roof and new
walls. (Paula is a single pregnant mother who has five children). We
stepped into her yard and saw her sitting by her new window with a huge
smile on her face. She had said earlier "Este es el día más feliz de mi
vida" (This is the happiest day of my life). In just two days, her one room
house was transformed to keep out the persistent rain. Even though we had
helped her, we all felt like she had blessed us just as much with her
gratitude.
When we arrived at the church Guiselle enthusiastically invited us to help
with dinner, as we sometimes do. She was just about to leave, so she
quickly showed us a random assortment of ingredients and showed us what to
do. After she left we turned on la música and began grating yuccas, mixing
cheese and butter, and wondering what to do with the eggs. We all had
different ideas of what the ingredients were going to become. While we were
at it, we decided to make brownies; not knowing where the measuring cups
were or what 325 degrees was in Celsius. While Kara and Gail went to Panama
to fetch some ice cream for the brownies, I found out from Guiselle that
everything was to be mixed together, formed into a pancake-like structure,
stuffed with chicken and mushrooms, and fried to become: Enyucados. They
tasted and looked almost like a hashbrown, which was far from what we were
imagining.
As we finished preparing supper, the boys returned from a hard days work,
sweaty and smelly. They finished the work at Paula's house and began at
Carmen's, a single mother of three. Carmen had told us that in December she
was considering moving back to Nicaragua because she could no longer support
her children, and she started praying for her situation. When she heard
that we were coming, she began praying for our safety even before we came.
She was so grateful for the answer to prayer, and the joy showed in her face
as we attempted to converse with her.
Praise God for our safety in numerous situations, and for the valuable
conversations we've had with our new friends in Sixaola.
# posted by M.A.P. @ 11:23 PM 
