Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Tico Tuesday, April 30th

Sad confession: my camera is pretty much out of commission. It fell and now pictures only look good when they are this size that I send you. Otherwise they are fuzzy. I can't change any settings and I have to manually hold down the lens so it will shut and lay flat. All that to say, yesterday I was wishing SO hard somebody could take a picture of what was going on.
A whole bunch of moms whose children attend the school at the Bible Home and I were getting things ready for tomorrow, May 1st. In Costa Rica, it's Labor Day. And at the Bible Home, it's Alumni Day. People of all ages who have been or worked at the Bible Home or had some connection with it come for a big open house with a special service and tons of traditional food. So, these ladies and I were separating, cutting, and blenderizing fruit so we can make juice tomorrow. We had a limited supply of knives, and some of the mangos were so overripe, I decided to just try squeezing the fruit off the seed with my hand, like this little guy in the random picture I found online. It worked! And it was SO fun! So, there we were, a whole bunch of ladies gathered around a multi-gallon storage bin, squeezing slippery mangos and digging them out of the bin when they escaped our grasp. It was messy, but very effective. I think we wasted a lot less fruit that way, and we definitely had way more fun!
I'll let you know how everything goes tomorrow. I'm hoping to see some of my old favorites!
And before I sign off, I'd like to just mention a couple prayer requests. One is a situation at the Bible Home that's weighing on my heart. And the other is for me to be able to finish this blessed Church History paper asap! Progress has been tough and slow, but today I was able to get a lot done. I have Thursday and Saturday to finish it, since my new semester with 2 more courses starts on Monday, and a lot of other things clamoring for attention in the meantime! Please pray for focus and productivity!
Thanks!
Carrie

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Tico Tuesday, April 23rd

A Special Surprise, Part II

So, what were the contents of last week's wondrous package? Surely there was more than a letter and some flyers explaining what Megan's class did. YOU BET! Remember how I mentioned they sold friendship bracelets? Well, they had 500 to sell, and they offered the option of buying a friendship bracelet to send down to Costa Rica. How many friendship bracelets of the 500 made their way down here? 147! That's almost a third of the bracelets! Good grief, talk about generosity, people! And how many friendship bracelets did I need to make sure every student in the Enrique Strachan School, all our adolescents that are in jr high now, and children of house parents got one? 147! Only God could do that! He never ceases to amaze me with all his details and the way he cares and shows his love!
I had the opportunity to tell all the children in the schoolwide devotion today about the bracelets and where they came from. It fit in perfectly with this week's virtue--Consideration! Then I went to each classroom to hand out the bracelets. In one classroom, even before I handed them out, one boy said to me, "Please say thank you to your friend and the students at her school for the bracelets and may God bless them very much." Knock me over with a spoon! (That didn't quite sound right, but it's too funny to delete now that I've remembered feather.) Yeah, or a feather! Or a friendship bracelet! Have I ever told you how much I LOVE the kids here?
Head on over to my facebook to see more pictures (as posted by Silvia Rodríguez). It was tough to just pick one!
May God help us all to see how he cares for us and loves us!
With great joy,
Carrie

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

Tico Tuesday, April 16th

A Special Surprise, Part I
Yesterday I received a special package from my friend Megan's class. (This picture is from when I visited her last year.) Megan teaches 5th & 6th grade at the Christian Academy in Grove City, PA, where we both went to college. Recently, when I was in a rather precarious financial position, Megan told her students (who are among my favorite prayer warriors) of my need and had them include that petition for me. But they decided that praying was not enough. These amazing youngsters used their creativity to plan not just a special fundraiser for me, but a WHOLE "Mid-Winter Missions Week!" Activities included a movie night, face-painting, a knock-over the snowman game, selling friendship bracelets (whose purchase not only supported me but also the rescue ministry for the sexually exploited young ladies in the Philippines who made them), AND a Jane Austen style ball!!! From 50 cents to $5 at a time, the children and families of this school raised several hundred dollars in support of my service to God here in Costa Rica!! As I translated Megan's letter to our school principal yesterday, my eyes couldn't help but fill with tears as my heart filled with gratitude, awe, and joy.
Stay tuned for Part II of this special surprise!
And please continue to pray for those affected by the blasts in my favorite city of Boston. (Did you hear about the tico hero Carlos Arredondo? If not, head to my facebook wall!)
May we all remember God's loving care and and goodness to us this week!
Carrie

Tuesday, April 9, 2013

Tico Tuesday, April 9th

It's Tuesday again already? Wow!
Friday I had the honor of being invited to the birthday dinner for one of my "nieces" in the Jardin house. (We say I'm like the aunt there since I spend so much time there). She is a wicked adorable little thing. Her brother lives in the house next door, a house of 10 boys. She yearns with all her heart to spend more time with her brother, but it doesn't make a whole lot of sense to send her over to the all boy house and inviting her brother over happens from time to time, but isn't something that can happen every day. As painful as it may be, we have our reasons for separating siblings. Her brother came over with his house dad (who plays the guitar) and another boy with some kind of percussion instrument and they sang her "Happy Birthday." It was really sweet, but she had a little meltdown when her brother gave her a birthday hug and a tiny little plastic bag with a few pieces of candy in it. My heart broke, again. Yes, birthdays are supposed to be happy. But how can it be when you can't spend much time with your brother, your mom gets a new lesbian partner every few months and is married to some guy she doesn't really know because your father forced her to, you have other relatives in jail (I think), and in spite of your mother's wacky life, you love her dearly but only get to see her once a week? My brave little love was able to overcome her tears though and enjoy her special fried chicken dinner. Here at the Bible Home, she has been learning to trust in Jesus and know that he will take care of her and her family. And I guess fried chicken always makes for a good distraction. But, man, if I were in her shoes, I'm sure I would have cried too.
Today at the Bible Home, we dedicated ourselves to praying for the children and families that we serve here. Whether it's still Tuesday for you or not, will you please join in praying for "the least of these" that we serve at the Bible Home?
Thank you!
Carrie

PS Confession: The picture isn't of this sweetie's birthday, but my friend Ivannia's (the house mom) a couple weeks ago. I made her a Boston Creme Pie to celebrate her making it over the hill!

Monday, April 8, 2013

The Beauty is in the Uncertainty

I was able to catch another gorgeous sunset the other evening. It was one of those sunsets that words just can't describe. Color lit up, and then faded from the bases of clouds. The clouds were so thick and marvelously shaped I couldn't tell what was clouds and what was mountains. I waited, watching, and enjoying the constantly changing beauty, recording the images in my mind and wishing I'd grabbed my camera.
One of my favorite times of day is when there's still enough light to see, but the color is gone and all the trees and everything around me become silhouettes. It's not quite night, but it's no longer day. There's something wonderful and mysterious about it I can't quite explain.
And a random memory from theater camp a few weeks after we first moved to Maine, but that's beside the point.
Well, sort of. Long story short, this girl goes to marry the guy she loves, but the dad told her she can't come hungry or full, dressed or naked, not on horse nor on foot, not at day nor at night, etc. So, she comes at dawn, wrapped in some thick veil, riding on a donkey, having eaten grapes along the way, etc. And though the dad didn't want the girl to marry his son, he had to fulfill his word since she outsmarted him. The End. I was about to start 6th grade and it was awkward.
But my point here is the tension. This clever somehow in between way of not being totally one thing or another. I've always grown up being a very black or white kind of person. Yes or no. One way or the other. I like life to be simple, for there to be good and bad, right and wrong, cut and dry answers, and no silly weasely sort of, kind of, in a way kind of stuff. But I'm learning that life is complicated, and oversimplifying in order to make things fit into + and - isn't always such a good idea. It can actually do a lot of damage and really distort things.
In some ways, this is hard for me to swallow. I like to categorize things into their nice little boxes. It can be frustrating not to know how to think about something. But, the fact that things won't always fit into my little schemas isn't really all bad news. Life is messy. That's just reality. And I'm starting to learn and accept the wonderful freedoms that accompany this. It's ok for a lot of things to be in some nebulous state instead of my beloved concrete. It's ok for there to be uncertainty.
I'm currently applying and wrestling about this in 2 areas in my own life.
1. Last year, my NT prof at Gordon-Conwell was an eccentric guy. He grew up in South Africa and I think had spent some time in England or something like that, and when he started reading things, he would slip back into his British accent. It was kind of funny, but to hear him talk about his life and how he's just a mix of different cultures was really encouraging for me to hear. I've long hated the questions, "Where are you from? Where's home for you? Where did you grow up?" Now, I didn't spend my life growing up on 3 different continents, but my family did move within the States every 3-4 years until we plopped down in Maine for 7 years. When I tell people it's complicated, they usually ask if I was a military brat. No, it was for other reasons. But I still have a hard time identifying, especially since my parents now live in Southern AZ, and I've never lived there. I've started telling people I'm just from the northeast, or that culturally I'm a New England girl. (How 'bout them Sox?) And this is where point 2 comes in. But the point of point 1 is that, there is uncertainty about where I'm from.
I don't have to be able to distinguish between the clouds and the mountains. That's what makes the scene so incredible.
I'm from a few different places. I don't have to say a specific one. And that's ok. I can say "the northeast" and be vague. That's most correct though, since everywhere I lived from 0-21 can mostly fall into that category, relatively speaking. And that's a lot easier than those people who really did grow up on multiple continents in drastically different cultures. So, I'll stop complaining. And right now, home on earth is San José de la Montaña, x meters from the plaza, y meters northwest. And I'm happy with that.
But on to point 2. Years ago, even before I came to Costa Rica, people started calling me "La gringa más latina" (the most Latin girl from the US) they had ever known. Hence, the name of my blog. When I served in Grand Teton National Park, I spent way more time hanging out with the latinos there than the gringos (or Europeans). The gringos tended to eat on one side of the cafeteria, the European kids in the middle, and the latinos + white lil me on the other side. It was fascinating.
Even after being here just over a year, I started referring to Costa Rica and things about the country, culture and history using the first person. Here in Costa Rica we... Most of us here tend to... The gringos called me on it, but also kind of thought it was cool since I was identifying with the country so much. When I go back to the States, I always get kind of nervous because I'm afraid I'm going to greet someone the tico way (with a kiss on the cheek) and freak him/her out.
Is it still day, or is it night now? Is there really any color left in anything or are they really just silhouettes now?
Am I tica? No, not really. Though yesterday for the first time ever, a tico thought I was tica! (In the past gringos had thought I was tica or that Spanish was my first language, but this was the first time for a tico to do so! Normally they hear me, pause, ask if I'm from somewhere else, and get really surprised when they learn I really am a gringa). I have learned and internalized a lot of Costa Rican culture and ways though.
Am I gringa? Well, in terms of citizenship, yes. And in my heart of hearts, in many ways, yes. But not in everything.
So, my answers aren't so cut and dry, because, knowing both ticos and gringos, I can see that I am some kind of gringuitica, or tiquigringa, however you want to put it. It's weird. But that's ok.
The silhouettes of trees can be best enjoyed when there is natural light to see them and it's neither night nor day. The beauty is in the uncertainty.

Tuesday, April 2, 2013

Tico Tuesday, April 2nd

A surprising gift
Yesterday at work, my office door (which opens immediately to the outside) blew shut and I didn't bother to open it again. But then I saw someone approaching, and the next thing I knew, Magaly was standing on the bench outside the office and her face was peering in the window at me. Note: this is the Magaly adopted by doña Magali the director of the Bible Home, not doña Magali herself! Magaly was in my cabin at camp both this year and last year. This year, I could easily see how she has matured over the past 12 months! That was really beautiful. Anyway, I opened the door for Magaly, and there she was with this beautifully painted, heavy rock in her hands! I was so touched! She told me how she hadn't been sure who to give it to, and her mom advised her to give it to someone she owed a thank you to. Last year after camp, no one did anything to thank me (granted I did kind of leave the country 2 days later...), but this year at the end of camp, even after Andrés (Bible Home Asst. Director and Camp Director) encouraged all the campers to thank their X-70 (leaders) before leaving camp, nobody said anything to me. I didn't take it personally though.
But even cooler than this heart-covered rock was that Magaly offered to come and help me in the office on Mondays and Thursdays after she gets out of school (also at her mother's suggestion, but her execution!). So, I put her to work, and though it took a little while for the conversation to get going, she warmed up and told me a whole bunch of things about her life. That was really great. I didn't even realize it when 4 o'clock came and went!
Please continue to pray for my relationships with my campers and other kids from the Bible Home. I want them to see Jesus in me and help them get to know him better.
With great thankfulness to God and you,
Carrie