Thursday, April 15, 2010
I was just talking wih one of my Spark Buddies about fishing and fish, and thought I'd blog about some memories and throw in some photos. When I go on missions - ESPECIALLY in the jungle region where fresh fish from the rivers is an inexpensive and delicious meal - I enjoy this source of protein in any way, shape, or form. So much so, that when I come back to the states and it's usually only baked or fried, just so, in your restaurants - I usually don't have any for a couple of months because there's no comparison. And it's so expensive here!But anyway, here are some fish memories.
In a market in Iquitos, a woman removes scales from today's catch. For just 5 soles - about $2.50 - we got about 5 of these fish. (2003)
In the village of Nuevo Kuwait in the jungle, a brunch of grilled fish awaits us.(2007)
Our hostess, Psa Rosa on the left; Ps Johel who came aloong from Iquitos; Marleni; and Me with the best piece of fish, a filet of "dorado"(2007)
The river is relatively low, and it's not unusual for the fish to leap to avoid predators. Marleni threw back this one that landed in our boat.(2007)
In Atun Posa we were served a dinner of a delicious relative of catfish called "carachama" - ugly but yummy!(2006)
In San Juan de Paucar we were served a BREAKFAST of fish soup (2006)
Here's another fish that leaped into our boat.See his sharp teeth?(2006)
Abel took advantage of the port vendors and bought himself some grilled fish. You can't get it so fresh in Lima!(2008)
These are fish Abel caught when we were in the village of Jorge Chavez.(2008)
Monday, April 12, 2010
Every now and then I think about why I am doing this...pushing myself to get on the exercise bike, to walk my granddaughter to school rather than drive her, to put in Richard Simmons when I'd rather sit around...
I don't have to look farther than my "spiritual kids", the young folks I've come to know and love during mission trips.
There's Cesar, a former gang member until he experienced the love of Christ, and now serves as a worship leader, playing guitar...
There's Esther, who asked me to be her Madrina (Godmother) for "moving up" in school...
There's Michael whose own parents abandoned him, but who discovered the love of the Heavenly Father...
There's "Indiana" Elvis and "Super"Jhon who have been such a blessing at different times...
There's Jose, who was my FIRST spiritual son, whose mother died when he was 5, and whom I met on my first trip to Peru - a devoted son! He even contributed 100 hard-earned dollars to my last mission trip!
There is Abel, my absolute favorite, who has been a source of comfort and encouragement, not to mention a great help both on the mission field and at home, whose own mother died when he was 3...
Shy Lisbeth who asked me to be her "Madrina" for her "quinciñera", the important 15th birthday
And sweet, talented dancer Antonio, who with some other lads took me out to dinner after church one night...
That's just a FEW...I put them in one of my photobucket albums, if you want to see...
I keep in touch with the instant messenger, and with the old-fashioned "snail mail" (I write to over 200 people mostly in Peru, with a smattering in Colombia...)
Love is a great motivator!
Monday, March 29, 2010
1 Corinthians 9:27 in the Amplified Bible says
"But [like a boxer] I buffet my body [handle it roughly, discipline it by hardships] and subdue it, for fear that after proclaiming to others the Gospel and things pertaining to it, I myself should become unfit [not stand the test, be unapproved and rejected as a counterfeit]. " I eagerly await my tax return so I can get an exercise bike - a tool which my daughter and I have used in the past with great success (we totally wore out 3!) I'm not going on a mission this summer, leastwise not on a FOREIGN field - for really, as Christians we are ALL called to represent Christ wherever we happen to be (I just PREFER going to Peru and beyond!) Part of representing Him includes developing the fruit of self-control. In a practical way for me, that is putting this earthly dwelling in shape.
I made another video, and you can see some photos of a heavier me, pre-Spark (2003 and 2004 - notably wearing a tie dye dress) - and then you may notice there's a little LESS of me, especially in the ones where I have short-short hair. I hope to have even less of me when I return (next year, Lord willing) - and more of Him!
Waiting to board our "lancha" in Bretana, Peru, summer 2008
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Well, I got the results of my taxes yesterday. I had laid a fleece before the Lord (as per Gideon in the book of Judges, chapter 6.) And while it is a nice return, it is not enough to hold us over during the summer months. I'm going to have to look for something to carry us through(by God's grace), and wait until next year to return to Peru. My church will hold the money that has already been raised - and this will give me time to raise more, because it's not just GETTING there, it's everywhere I go and everyhing I do there as well.
Am I disappointed? Well, a little...it's hard to wait to see people you love and care about. But I've had to wait before, and I know that God does a quick work in us by making us wait. He knows better than I do what other preparations He needs to make in ME, and possibly in THEM before I go.And I know my loved ones are praying for me as they await my return. As I was finishing this blog, my playlist started on this song...how appropriate!
So, I'm thinking maybe I'll have the bunion and hammer toe fixed on my left foot so when I DO return, I'll be able to tromp around more easily. I can have it done when school ends so I can recupe during summer vacation. And I can get an exercise bike with some of the tax money - my DD and I did real well when we had one before (we actually rode 3 into the ground - 2 used and one new! It does NOT gather dust!)
Meanwhile, here's a reminder for anyone who wants to participate in the work...
Friday, March 12, 2010
The calendar may SAY that March 20 is the first day of spring, but climatologically speaking, spring usually doesn't feel like it's here till April. Even so, we look for those little harbingers...crocus and buds, and of course my favorite, the American Robin (not to be confused with its European cousin)
My family has a little tradition to celebrate the first sighting by a family member of this songbird. So when I saw one fly from across the street and land in the tree in front of me on my way to school, I gave a little gasp of delight. We sent out for pizza that night. Not altogether healthy, I know, but it was a nice celebration!I'd post a picture but i don't want to infringe on any copyrights!
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