Monday, December 31, 2012

Looking Back: 2012

2012 was a big year for me. Here are some (a few of many!) highlights.

In 2012 I...

-spent 4 months in Guatemala! I say it was a highlight of the year, and it definitely was, but it is something I will remember for the rest of my life. I learned so much during this time, and am so grateful for the time I spent there.


-made new friends

-watched the Beautiful game. Once live, and many times on tv with Don Carlos.

-taught English to a bunch of elementary school kids and stepped way outside of my comfort zone. But God is good, and I grew to love it...and them!



-got my 2nd Star Wars filming location shot by visiting Tikal, by far one of the coolest places I've seen in any of my travels.

-drank lots of coffee, here and abroad

-turned 21! Definitely won't be forgetting this birthday anytime soon. And definitely not celebrated in your typical 21st fashion.


-experienced Holy Week, Guatemala style


-learned how to barter


-came back to school and made so many new friends!

-finished out my competitive soccer career, and beat Prin!

-got a puppy (ok my parents did, but close enough...right?)


-spent time with family 




-became a barista
-staffed a week at camp
-cheered on my girls to a 1st time victory over Principia College
-watched many movies
-got a car
-studied too much ;)
-finished COR 401!
-became a 2nd semester senior
-conquered my toughest semester yet


-laughed, lived, and loved much

here's to 2013 and all it may bring!

Monday, December 17, 2012

In the midst of tragedy.

We can never hope to make sense of the tragedies that have occurred in this world and during this holiday time. This is not an issue of too much or too little legislation, of not enough security, or of unprepared teachers. We live in an evil, and fallen world. Outside of the gospel of Christ there is no hope, there is no good to be found in the senseless killings of precious little ones. But Christ has come, yes, the very reason we celebrate this time of year, to bring restoration. He is the light in this dark world. We have this hope as an anchor for the soul. When there is nothing left to hold on to, there is Him. And we do hold on to Him now. And we pray for His peace during this time.

tears are falling, hearts are breaking
how we need to hear from God.
you've been promised, we've been waiting
welcome Holy Child,
welcome Holy Child.

hope that you don't mind our manger,
how I wish we would have known.
But long awaited Holy Stranger,
make yourself at home.
Please make yourself at home.

Bring your peace into our violence.
Bid our hungry souls be filled.
Word now breaking heaven's silence,
welcome to our world.
Welcome to our world.

fragile finger sent to heal us,
tender brow prepared for thorn,
tiny heart whose blood will save us,
unto us is born,
unto us is born.

So wrap our injured flesh around you,
breathe our air and walk our sod.
Rob our sin and make us holy, 
perfect Son of God
perfect Son of God.
Welcome to our world.


Friday, November 9, 2012

Soccer's Close

My competitive soccer career has come to an end, after nearly 17 years (what in the world?!). Hard to believe. I feel like I've always...correction.... I have always had soccer in my life! Not that it's left completely now, I just probably won't play competitively again. It's been a good ride, and I'm so blessed by all the teammates, coaches, parents and fans who have been a part of that for me. I'm especially thankful for all the friendships I've made through soccer over the last four years. After high school, I didn't plan on playing soccer, and I'm grateful for Greenville giving me the chance to play for a few more years. Soccer's helped me to grow, and the past four years on this team have helped me solidify who I am on and off the field. I've had some time to process the fact that it's done now, and have made a (in no way complete) list of some favorite memories...which may or may not make sense to any of you...
1) Beating Prin. Hands down the best win of my life. Nothing will come close to that again.
2) Pranking the coaches. (I mean, not that I would do anything like that...)
3) Mac's room not getting cleaned after the previous people stayed there. Bachelorette party...that's all I'll say.
4) Annie verbally abusing the ball boy.
5) Zipping Em's coat: Issues.
6) Jenny whipping off her shirt SO fast when Zig was about to pass out so they could put water on it and put it around Zig's neck.
7) Playing soccer volleyball instead of practice one day.
8) Handball instead of practice another.
9) Kim-Kim and I making weird noises during indoor that no one else ever noticed.
10) Mac announcing at half time that his wife was pregnant
11) Music with Bee and Jon
12) Mark's song in Texas
13) Getting to travel with my cousin my freshman year
14) T straight picking up Tom when he got injured
15) Red coaching me during our very first game. While she played next to me.
16) Flat tires
17) Playing the freeze game to trick the coaches
18) Andy and Jon being attached for partners kickball
19) Dance parties
20) Mac putting in March of the Penguins on the way to Chicago...what?? haha!
21) The River Walk
22) Wobbling at every gas station
23) Chili cook-off
24) Snipers
25) When Jon told the ref he was on a power trip and got a card
26) Abby telling me to "say a prayer, preach" when some girl took me out
27) Mindy helping me through my first 120s
28) Senior Song
29) Singing for Bible Study
30) Singing "Love the way you lie" at devo time
31) Unlimited Budgets...oh wait.
32) Chicago trips
33) Spiders in your shin guard!
34) New friendships
35) Becoming family
36) Making fun of Ohio State because it ticked Mac off
37) Wiggle face game
38) Freak Show Fridays
39) Scavenger Hunts
40) My girls. Every year.

And so many more.

Tuesday, October 23, 2012

A memory.

Alison and I are sitting at the dinner table with Don Elario y Doña Dolores, Rosaldo y Noel. It's our last week with this precious family. Last dinner we would eat with them, I think. Doña Dolores (loving, wonderful woman that she is) gives us each a parting gift. A cute little bag with a Quetzal embroidered onto the bright colored fabric. It's their national bird, the Quetzal. National everything it seems. They're proud of this green bird with the long, bright tail. Proud of their small home. Proud of their family. We talk about the Quetzal. About where he lives and how quiet you have to be to even hope to see him. Don Elario makes his little humming noise as he talks, his hands moving to further describe whatever scene he's spinning for us. They ask if we have national symbols. Always equally curious about our culture as we are of theirs. A national bird? Do you have one? Yes! Something to share. It's an eagle. A...how do you say bald? We try to describe it. It has white...what's the word for feathers again? We look at each other helplessly. Black. The body is black. And his head is white. So he looks...pelón! Doña Dolores understands what we're trying to say. It isn't really bald, just looks like it. And she laughs. What a precious laugh that woman had. She covers her face and she laughs. And mutters pelón under her breath. And we laugh. Because her laugh is infectious. And she has the giggles because of the bird that looks bald and is our national bird. She stops for a moment, and then it comes back and we hear pelón again with that delightful laughter. Don Elario laughs too. And we laugh. And Rosaldo plays with Noel and she laughs. And we're a family, of unusual sorts, sitting around a small table in a small house in Guatemala. And we're leaving soon. But we laugh with this family, because that's what they've become. And we hope one day we'll be able to come back and talk about birds with bald heads so we can laugh with them some more.

Tuesday, July 10, 2012

What I learned, Final Edition

It's been awhile. Sorry about that. Just been trying to process everything that went on. I don't know that I ever fully will...Here's what I shared in church on Sunday (find the earlier segments of Things I Learned here, here, and here.).

What I learned, Final Edition

I learned Spanish! I was fully submersed and received one-on-one training giving me some of the best Spanish lessons I have had in eight years of studying.

I learned the climb can be brutal, and the journey tough, but the view from the top is always worth it.

I learned Guatemalan history from a Guatemalan perspective, both recent and from many, many years ago. I saw this history come to life as I stood in front of Tikal for my second Star Wars filming location shot.

I learned to listen to people's stories. I learned about Juliana and Rosaldo who make their living selling trinkets in the park. I learned about Sergio whose son is head of the Obama campaign and who assured my roommate and I that we were proof that our generation could be more than what we've settled for. I met Alfondo who is about 70 and plays the accordian in the park simply because he loves to make music and make people happy. I learned about Dolores, Beatriz, Elario, and Nellie and I learned about their lives, how we're different, but more often how we're the same.

I learned how to love, even when it's hard, or you don't speak the language well, or when you have to tell Alejandro for the 5th time to stop eating his colored pencil box. Every child, every grown-up too wants to be loved. Even when I'm at my worst, God helps us love.

I learned that smiles are beautiful, but sometimes as you're learning to love and learning people's stories, you find hurt beneath smiles. You find broken hearts, homes, and relationships. And it becomes hard to love the mom who abandoned four sweet smiles. But through it all the smiles stay and you remember the importance of showing love to every smile.

I learned God is bigger than our cultural differences. I don't speak perfect Spanish, but I can read out of my Bible in front of an all Spanish speaking church, because He is bigger than my inadequacies. I can sit with a host family who doesn't know me from any other gringo and have wonderful discussions about God because he's the same for me and for them. I can attend a Baptismal Service and feel completely at home because we serve the same God. And we know that He is bigger than our language barriers, our differences and our separate lives. He is big. And He is good.

I learned the importance the Latin American Catholic Church places on Christ on the cross. And this is good. It's important to celebrate this. But far more important is the Risen Lamb. For without the resurrection, He's just another man.


I learned to listen. Everyone has a story to tell. And all every child wants is someone to tell those stories to. Even when they're speaking too fast for any native speaker to understand, and when when you've already asked for clarification 4 times, they still want to be held and listened to. So when Roxi plops in your lap and says, "let's gossip" and starts to tell you about her new pet turtle, you listen. And you show her she's important and valued.

And finally, I learned I am capable of far more than I thought. Or rather, God is capable of doing things far greater than I ever could have imagined. Like taking a girl who does not want to teach* and showing her that not only is she capable of teaching, but that He will give her strength she didn't know she had and make teaching be one of the best experiences of her life. He's bigger than my doubts, bigger than my fears, bigger than my plans, and bigger than my inadequacies. And He is far bigger than the box I try to put Him in. He is big. And so, so good. He is at work in this world.

*side note. Still don't feel that I'm being called to be a teacher. Just for further clarification.

Sunday, May 20, 2012

Character Profiles: Kindergarten Class

Meet My Kindergarten Class! :)

1st up: Mayerli. (Pronounced My-air-lee) No, this isn't the typical Monroy school uniform; she was dressed up here for the class' take on Pinocchio. Mayerli's a little sweetheart, but she's also got a bit of spunk to her. She's also not the most task-orientated kindergartner, so there was often sounds of, "Mayerli, sigue trabajando por favor." "Mayerli, keep working please." Perhaps it's because she's too task orientated. Everything was ultra-carefully done, to the point where she worked painfully slow. But she also got distracted easily, so that could have been some of the problem. Occasionally too focused on the work of her table-mates. Slow working and distractions aside, this little girl has a smile that will melt your heart. You'll probably be seeing me say that, oh about 9 more times this post. :)
Next up: Carlitos. Carlitos is my little mono, my monkey. The kid can do the monkey bars for sure better than the rest of the kindergarteners, and probably better than most of the kids in the school. He is absolutely adorable, but he can't sit still for anything. He's the kid that is running around, doing a million and one things the entire recess time. While some of my kids are cuddlers, Carlitos typically isn't one of those, mostly because he has the attention span of a goldfish. But you can chase him and try to atrapar trap him all day and he'll be perfectly content. Carlitos is smart, but he's an instigator. He typically knew all the answers, but would be the one hiding his folder saying, "¡yo no tengo!" "I don't have one!" He's also 100% indigenous, and is one of the few that is still fluent in Kaqchikel. He was too shy to teach me any though...
Thirdly, let me present to you: Lynzi. Lynzi is one of the smartest of my class of ten. She could catch on to the English words quickly, and usually knew the right one to assign with the picture. She's clearly a leader in the group. What Lynzi says, everyone else faithfully repeats, because she probably knows what's up. She's got a lot of spunk and fire, which I love. You can also see from this picture, she's another instigator. Chasing the boys, keeping everyone in line, making her presence known...she's got a lot of personality. Perhaps a bit too much sometimes. :) Lynzi is a hard worker too, as are her two older siblings. Their mom makes sure they are working for the education they are receiving, something that not all the parents in the school do. I was always impressed with how much she knew, even if she was sometimes a bit too vocal with her knowledge! 

Next, I would like to introduce: Andre. Andre is your classic case of a kid being in his own world. All the time. He knew the answers...most of the time. But he was often too focused on who even knows what to realize that it was his turn. And then when he realized it, there would be this little look of panic, and a mad scramble to figure out what we were studying. :) Andre is a runner. At recess that's all he does. You can hardly get him to sit still long enough to eat all of his snack. He runs, he falls, and he bounces back up and keeps going. He's not a troublemaker though, his mom being the 3rd/4th grade teacher makes sure of that. Just full of energy, and always in his own little world. But he's a doll, and again just melts my heart when he smiles!
And here we have Abi. Abi is one of the most precious little girls I've ever seen. She's quite and a touch shy, but once you've won her heart, you've got it forever. She's a snuggler. Recess, snack, work time, you name it...she's content to sit in your lap, or hold your hand, or just be close to you. I'm a physical touch person, so I love it. :) She doesn't say a ton, but she'll give you the sweetest little smile and then take your hand to take you wherever it is she wanted to go. Abi's smart, but she's not as vocal as Lynzi (hard to be...). She's got a more inner intelligence and smartness. When you call on her, out comes that little smile, and a quiet response, followed by a huge smile when she gets it right. Which is typically the case. Then she'll proudly  march back to her seat as if she's saying, "Yep. I did know that answer." Going to miss cuddling with this little sweetheart!

Next up: Alejandra. Alejandra was another one of those I always had to remind to keep working. "Alejandra, guarda sus cosas por favor." "Alejandra, put away your things, please." She was always playing with something, and rarely focused on what the rest of the class was doing. Alejandra loved the monkey bars, but always needed help with them. "¡Seño, ayudame pasar los manos!" "Help me do the monkey bars!" A sometimes cuddler, always follower, and always in need of a reminder to keep working, but a sweetheart none the less.

This here is Darlyn. She fills the leadership roll when Lynzi isn't around, or when she doesn't know the answer. When that's the case, Darlyn's quick to step up and fill the roll. She typically knew the answers, though pronunciation was usually a problem. Rectangle usually came out something like septimo (seventh). But she was enthusiastic at least! Fascinated with our cameras she loved to take pictures, see pictures of herself, and direct where we should take pictures next.
Eighth up: Ixi. (Pronounced ih-shi) Ixi, when she was paying attention, knew the answers. But most of the time she wasn't. It was clearly much more interesting to see what Andre was doing, or what Alejandra was doing, or what she could do with her box of crayons, or any number of other things. When you call on her she stares at you for awhile saying, "Es que..." "It's like, um..." And then she'll just wait till you give her the answer. She's a bit sassy, and liked to wear black shoes (part of the uniform) with just a teensy heel. :)
This is Jonathan. Doesn't he just have the best eyes? He's a smarty-pants, though he's not rude about it. But he almost always knew the answer and would be one of the first to shout it out. He always seemed wise to me. Not smart, though like I said, he was. But wise. Like he could see more than just what was going on in front of him. He could sit there quietly and take it all in, and you knew there was a lot going on in that brain of his, just working out problems to himself. I think he's going to be an engineer someday. 
Last, but not least, is my little Fernando! Fernando is an absolute doll. He's smart and works hard, always knows the answer when called on. Well usually. :) He's another quiet strength one. While he usually joins in playing at recess, he also will just sit there and take in everything around him. When he isn't playing, he'll occasionally come and snuggle up with me. I just love it! He doesn't like pictures though, so it was a bit of a struggle to get a good one with him! While it hasn't been set in stone yet, I'm pretty sure I'm going to sponsor this little guy, which will provide for his education for a long time! I'm really excited about it, but again it hasn't been set in stone yet. (If you'd like information of sponsorship, let me know! I can get you in touch with those in charge of the program!)

love them.

Wednesday, May 16, 2012

Thoughts on teaching from a non-education major perspective:

Shortly after arriving in Guatemala so many weeks ago, I was thrust into my first week of ministry sites: teaching English at a local elementary school. It was somewhere around oh...day 1 when I remembered, I am not an education major. And I thought to myself on that first day oh so long ago, what on earth am I doing! If you had asked my before I came here what I want to do with my life, I would have told you, "I don't know exactly, but I don't want to teach!"I've never wanted to teach. Ok fine. When I was little I ultra-loved school. And then I probably wanted to teach. But I also wanted to be a superhero, so we'll go with I've never really wanted to teach. :)

And then I came to Guatemala and realized that I had signed up for six weeks of playing teacher. And I thought to myself, oh no.


Tomorrow's my last day of teaching. If you were to ask me now, I would still probably tell you that I don't want to teach. But I say that, and I don't want to at all undermine the incredible experience I have had while working in the school this semester. Hold on, though. I'm getting ahead of myself.

I think somewhere in the application process I read something about the work at this school being something along the lines of one-on-one work, maybe like tutoring, or small-scale ESL (English as a Second Language) education. I don't know if I actually read that or if I made it up, but I thought huh. I could probably do that. At Greenville I'm getting TESOL certified (Teaching English to Speakers of Other Languages) and so this seemed like a good option for the six weeks I would spend working with Students International as the ministry part of the semester. And so that was the site I chose. Looking back, that has God's hands all over it. Had I known it was going to be actually teaching, in a school/classroom setting, I probably would have quickly reevaluated my options and picked something different.

Our first full week in Guatemala was to be our first week of ministry sites. And as I sat down with our site leader on that first day of sites, and as I read through her description of the site, and as I walked down the hill to the school, and as I entered the school building, and as I prepared to help with that first day of classes I progressively got more and more panicky, and more and more overwhelmed. Oh no. What on earth am I doing here?? I can't teach. I'm not meant to be a teacher. I'm not called to be a teacher. Right God? You're not calling me to this! Please say no. Hundreds of thoughts like this coursed through my head all that 1st week. Overwhelmed doesn't really even begin to cover how I was feeling. Our schedule was to be 1 week of ministry sites, 4 weeks of language school, 2 weeks of ministry sites, 4 more weeks of language school (plus a week of spring break), and then ending with 3 weeks at ministry sites. The first week we were basically just assisting in the classrooms, but were told that during the next set we would be taking our own class, and in the final three weeks doing the lesson plans ourselves. As much as I loved all the little kiddos, I was dreading what the next weeks would bring.

Like always, God was working in me, even though I didn't realize it right away. Overwhelmed as I was, I kept telling myself you can do this. You are able to do this. This may not be what you want to do, but you can do this. And you need to make the most of it. That was as much of His voice as it was mine. Child, you can do this. I have put you here, and will give you the strength to do this. Don't worry. I have put you here for a reason, and you will grow from this experience. I'm here too. You will be fine. Somedays it's easier to not listen to that little voice. His little voice. Somedays I like to whine and complain and pretend my way's better, and think that another ministry site would be better. But that little voice was right. The time I've spent working in Monroy (name of the school) has been an incredible time of growth for me, and an amazing experience overall. Like I mentioned, I still don't feel like I will be a teacher after graduation. But as the weeks went on I could see the growth in my life, and feel my confidence rising. I may not want to teach someday, but I am capable of doing this. 

The second set of ministry sites was a lot better than the first. I was less overwhelmed in general (being out of the country does put you in a bit of a funk for awhile!), and more ready to make the most of the time I had to spend in the school. I even started enjoying what I was doing. And I completely fell in love with the kids at this school. I took over a class of 10 precious kindergarteners, started doing the lessons Abbey, my site leader, had prepared, and discovered that I had strengths and abilities I didn't know I had. Every day, God helped me to grow a little bit further. I stopped feeling overwhelmed. I started looking forward to the days at the school. I started forming relationships with my kiddos. And I realized everyday that the strength it took for me, a non-education major who doesn't want to teach after graduation, to teach these students could only come from Him. None of what I have done here has been on my own strength. It took me playing the role of teacher, to realize how much I still have yet to learn in life.

This third set of ministry sites has been fantastic. I've done the lesson planning myself, which is pretty amazing for someone who's never taken an education course (beyond the TESOL courses). My kindergarteners, and every other kid in the school, have completely stolen my heart, and I'm going to be so sad to leave them at the end of this week. I just want to steal them all and bring them home with me! Kidding... I realized that I can, in fact, teach. I don't plan on being a teacher, but would enjoy having a class or group of ESL students. I realized that I like to limit God, but that he's so much bigger than me, my plans, and fears. I realized I like to be in control, but it's always better to let him. I realized I am capable of much more than I let myself think I can do. I realized once again that His plan is always better than mine.

I don't know where He's calling me, or what I will end up doing after college next year. But I realized that if I trust Him and listen to that little voice, He'll put me exactly where he wants me. And will give me the strength to make it through ANY situation. After all, I'm not an education major. But I've just spent six weeks teaching English. In a school. In Latin America. He's big, folks. And He's good. And He'll see us through. Amen and Amen. :)

Vivian, one of the sixth graders

Lynzi and Fernando, two of my kindergarteners

Andre, another one of my kindergarten babies