Grace Hoins on Bake n Shark… Michelle Jacobs on A trip to get groceries… fair queen on A trip to get groceries… Sarah@Life in the pa… on Bake n Shark… Maja on Maja’s Hello…
Multiple excuses surface for not posting frequently… really. The number one reason being that this blog is completely misrepresented. For more information on that: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Zh9CWFcps1w
How can one go on when they have flipped the bake and the shark, or the shark and the bake? How do you pick up the pieces and move forward?? “They” say that the order doesn’t matter. “They” say either way is fine. But the “they” aren’t trini.
So we live, we learn. Sharknbake is upside down, backwards, flipped the wrong way- only to represent our life 🙂
But the Glory of the Bake-n-shark is a beautiful thing. Unless, one puts too much pepper (aka hot sauce) then in which case one will bawl at first bite of this glorious creation.
I remember a speaker once hammering into me the concept of “what are you doing BIG for God?” His point partially was to expect big things from God, yet for years this question has stuck with me. In many ways driven me bananas.
Is it in the big that the war is won?
Trinidad is much like America. The choice to wake up and find Jesus is in the small choices. To love our neighbors. To love our children and not view them based on performance. To love God. To make God known.
That is what this adventure has been for me. To find God alive and real in the small things. The many trips to the hospital and blood tests. The walks past homes that aren’t considered homes in many neighborhoods in America. The moments of loving on and building relationships with people- that God has created and placed in my life.
To have no control each day what simple thing I could normally fix, now I must rely on others and God for. To sometimes not even know the next step. To not be anxious but to trust that He will work all things out for His glory.. not mine.
Tonight the only medicine we gave our children was papaya leaves 🙂 No alarms set for middle of the night fever checks. That is awesomely amazing.
If all else were stripped away, would it ever matter what I was doing big? Or perhaps simply whose I was each small day in comparison to His greatness?
Isabel is 8 tomorrow AND
we have a date: Sharknbake here we come.
Uh, this is Maja.
Something different about Trinidad is the houses. Like, the roofs are tin and the Hindu prayer flags everywhere.
I actually think the flags are scary. What the Hindu people do is they get these normal sized flags and the flags are prayed on to a certain god. Then they put it somewhere outside like on the patio or porch. They believe that if they touch, move, clean, take down, or even uncurl them or whatever when the wind curls them up, that they would offense the god they prayed to and that prayer won’t ever come true. I thought that was scary. Very.
The pop is different too. They put extra sugar in it instead of corn syrup. It doesn’t taste bad.
I am not that used to mothball smell, or the rain. It rains at LEAST once a day. The rest of the day it is as hot as… uh.. really hot.
I share a room with my mom and dad. They have a bed in the middle of our room and I have a bed in the back corner of the room. Bel, Noah, Oli, and A share a room. Noah and Bel have their own beds and Oli and A share a bed, in front of the tv.
KFC is awesome here. I love their ketchup. It is a little bit more runny and not as tomatoey.
But, my favorite, by far, is pineapple juice.
Ok, this was all I was going to write, but Noah begged to say hi, so ”Hi!”(goodbye.)
Currently it is the RAIN season in Trinidad and it POURS, thus perhaps all of the stray doggies wandering about. This is the rooftop of the guest house, the “upper room.” 🙂
During our last week in the US, we had a speaker named Andy Kampman. Andy works with the US Center for World Missions. One thing that he spoke about stuck to my heart like peanut butter, a reoccurring theme in the Bible, is how God gathers and scatters. He will gather His people together and proceed to scatters them, carrying the message of His love to the nations. We find this true today in cultures as well, in families, and friendships. He gathers and scatters, gathers and scatters. Its seems to be a season of scattering for us.
We have been beyond blessed to have a core group of people that love and support us. It seems the past few years have been a difficult time in all of our lives; a time of gathering and scattering. In the gathering, we have been blessed beyond words, with vulnerable acceptance. Tonight, I tucked the kids into bed 2888 miles away, the realization that it is definitely a time of scattering is clear.
Dreadlocks, Music, Stray Dogs, Palm Trees, Hindu Prayer Flags, Naked Fishermen, Mothballs, Heavy Rain, Petrotrin, & Bus-Up-Shut.
We are in Trinidad!