It’s beginning to get really warm here in Belize. One day we had a day with no wind. Those days make you want to crawl out of your skin and into a freezer.
The past week we have been leading a team. They built a house in the village and did a WONDERFUL job. It was difficult to manage being a mom and helping lead the team. I had to stay back a couple of days. I’m fine with this and was very aware that I need to take a step back at times in order to be the best missionary mom I can be. Oh, it’s so much harder than I thought. Being a mom in the middle of no where has me missing so many American luxuries, like parks and McDonalds play place, and “Moms” groups. I have to say, I miss American moms. It’s so different here. That is for another blog at another time.
Most days I’m nauseated all day with this little one growing inside me. Please pray for me. Sometimes it’s all I can do to keep moving forward. It’s my job to cook here, and most of the time I have to muster up the stomach to cook. I mask the discomfort pretty well but sometimes I just have to rest.
John and I sat with the pastor yesterday and discovered that while some things have gotten better with the village, many things are staying the same. The devil has a very tight grip on the people here. He said most people in the village will choose the evil way over the good way because the evil way is how they have been conditioned to live (the”eye for an eye” mentality) any other way is weak. We are here for so much more than just “maintenance”. On the outside things might look ok, but on the inside, the core of this village, it’s really bad and the devil is running a muck. Please, please earnestly pray for us about this. Our hearts our burdened.