Bolivia Trip, Part Tres

I arrived in Sucre on Saturday afternoon, after one last short flight from Santa Cruz, where I had spent the night. Finally I got to meet the family face to face for whom I had prayed for back in college (they were our dorm missionaries one of my years at BJU! Another small world experience...) and been emailing the last few months.

I know God is always working all things together for our good, but sometimes getting to see that is just plain awesome. And that's how I feel about this trip. Ever since starting a job and knowing I'd be getting vacation time this year, I'd been thinking about how I was going to spend it. I'd tossed around several ideas - going to some Spanish-speaking country and working on my Spanish for a week (definitely not long enough to reach fluency, I know, but I wanted the immersion since that's impossible in my hometown), to visiting different people here in the States, to going to see some missionaries. Since travel to somewhere Spanish-speaking was at the top of my list, and I'm pursuing "full time mission-work," my mom suggested finding another ministry would probably be the best idea in helping me narrow down where God seems to be leading me. Deciding I wanted to visit another place than Honduras, I started looking at different ministries in different countries... but nothing really jumped out at me. Then my parents got to talking, and Bolivia came up - our church just started supporting the Maries a year or two ago (I'm not exactly sure when, as it was while I was in college). Now that I've made a long story even longer, I will tell you that I finally emailed them to see if going was even a possibility. And for some reason, they said yes! But I know why now, and that's where I get off the rabbit trail/background story and get back to how God really was in this trip.

My time in Bolivia was more than anything I could have imagined. Besides all the different things we got to "do" - from seeing the city, to times of ministry such as going to the deaf school and the boys' home - I also got to take in a lot of insight/information/advice/encouragement. And that is really where I feel that God was working way beyond what I could ask or think. It was the moments sitting at the kitchen table talking, or listening while standing there helping to wash dishes, that were so helpful. And Luke and Jessica graciously put up with any and all the questions I had or thought of about mission boards, deputation, and mission work, as well as telling me about their experiences and things to consider as I try to figure out how God is working in my life. I thank God for them, for the time with their family, and for all the words of wisdom that came my way.

Another area I saw God's working was through His Word. God promises that His Word will never return void, and there were multiple times during the week that something talked about during time spent reading/going over a Bible passage together directly applied to something later in the day, whether it was something I was thinking about, or something that happened. And to me, that is just plain exciting. One of the thoughts that arose from one day is that it's worth it to sacrifice all for God and service to Him, and it's actually something I'm still chewing on. Because as I consider where God has for me, there's going to be areas where I might need to be willing to give on a few things, and I don't know that it will always be easy. But giving up something small in this life - though in reality it may seem huge to me - is worth it for the sake of others coming to know my precious Lord.

Bolivia Trip, Part Dos

What was it like? Well, first, it was winter. After the snow-filled, never-ending PA winter I experienced this year, the mild winter climate of Sucre was a pleasant surprise! Most days it was 60-70; however, it did cool down in the night, hitting 30 degrees a few times.

Second, I was at an elevation over 9,000 feet, which means I had over 8,500-ish feet of adjusting to do to compensate for the lack of oxygen in the air. The nice thing about this altitude though was less bugs to put up with. ;) In all seriousness, though, the elevation also contributed to the lack of greenery where I spent most of my time. As we drove to Santa Cruz towards the end of my trip, I got to see the difference as we drove lower and lower (Santa Cruz is somewhere around 1,000 feet, if I remember correctly). I felt like I was out West in Sucre, with the dryness, dirt everywhere (as opposed to grassy landscapes), and the minimal shrubbery. The word barren comes to mind, outside of the city, but at the same time, it's not. There's a rugged beauty to the land, and it becomes even more beautiful when you think about the rocky multi-hued mountains rising up in all their glory to point to their Creator. So many times I found myself looking out at the view and wanting to burst out singing "How Great Thou Art." Psalm 104:24 reminds us, "the earth is full of thy riches." My God created the world to have to so much diversity in climate and geography, and that is just awe-inspiring!

Pictures from Bolivia!

Bolivia Trip, Part Uno

My adventure started off early in the morning, 3:30 to be exact, when I got up so we could drive to the airport for my first flight. Walking up to the guy at the check-in desk (who seriously reminded me of my advisor in college), I was surprised when he told me that there is normally a baggage fee, but because I was going through Mexico, the fee had been waived. But that wasn’t all. After informing him my one bag was overweight, he typed on his computer and prepared the tag. He said the cost is normally $100, but for some reason it was only charging me $89. I told him I’d take that! A second later, he stops, looks at me, and says his computer is for some reason rejecting the charge – I wouldn’t have to pay anything for my bag going over! The man told me, “You must be on some secret agent mission or something.” What do you say to that?!? I’m not sure how that happened, other than that I serve a God who can and does do the impossible… and maybe that was just a small display of His working - an all-powerful God who chooses to involve Himself in even the small details of my life!

Aside from a bit of stress at Cancún having to go through customs and then security all over again (and having to take a taxi to get to another terminal, almost having to "repay" for my luggage because someone took my tags off, and being told to hurry or I’d miss my next flight), the rest of my trip went well. I arrived in Santa Cruz sometime after 10 that night and got the chance to meet a wonderful missionary couple and their daughter Hannah. They graciously picked me up at the airport and hosted me in their home for the night, as I still had one more flight the next morning. I wish I could have had more time with them, but at least I got a couple hours to chat, hear their “story,” and get some encouragement about my future.

Paid in full

A quick update to tell the world (well, at least you, my reader!) that I am now debt-free! I made my final student loan payment Friday afternoon, and it finished processing today. I now see $0.00 under the outstanding balance - each loan (1 for each year of college) has been paid in full. Such a wonderful sight! I'm just a little excited about this fact... and also the fact that I paid it off in one year! God is good!

A Little Quote to Ponder

Just had to share this quote... Came across it in a book I just bought by Carolyn Curtis James. Here's the quote: "the New Testament anchors a woman's identity and purpose to her relationship with Jesus rather than to her parentage, her marital status, or her children."
Ponder that one for a little while - my identity is tied and rooted in me & Christ. Not my relationship status or social status.

What the Numbers Say

Yesterday we had primary elections here in Pennsylvania. That was my chance as an American citizen to have my say in the affairs of my country, and I proudly walked over to my polling place to cast my vote. We have been given a freedom that not everyone else in this world enjoys - the chance to vote for whomever we believe would be the best candidate. (And yes, I do understand that more and more the US judges and certain government officials are making rulings and legislations that don't reflect what the voting majority has declared to be their beliefs. Problems come when any one person is allowed too much authority.)

I am just one person. My one vote may not rock the boat, figuratively speaking. But it had an impact. And in one of our local races, every vote counted, with the current number being only 300 votes difference between the two candidates. (Disclaimer: Though I do feel strongly about that race and my choice of candidate, this post will not be about my political stance in this election, or political affiliations. I bring this local race up only to make the point that every vote matters.)

After the elections, I was on the internet looking up election results as well as news articles, and found out some very disheartening facts. In my county, only 27.7% of registered voters cast their vote yesterday (this number includes all Republicans, Democrats, and nonpartisan voters). That is apparently a good number; one county adjacent to mine only reported 23% taking a few moments to vote. The numbers tell me that basically only one fourth of all voters determined the outcome of the elections, and those percentages would be lower if you figured in the number of citizens who have not registered to vote. That is pathetic! I realize there are no perfect candidates out there, and it can be discouraging to vote when all you see are candidates and politicians who care more about themselves and their winning office than what's the best for you as their constituent or what's best for our country. But it makes me wonder how many election results would be different, how many current/past elected officials may not have made office, if it was the majority of people who went out and voted, rather than only 25 per cent. Who knows where our country could be, if everyone did their part?