Thanks for all your comments. Now you get to hear about our day from some of the guys…
“Today was fine.” – Caleb
“Today was awesome.” – Devin
“This is my jam.” – Geoffrey
That’s all from the DMC youth for today!
Hah. Gotcha. That’s what you get for not commenting. As you can see, we felt really lonely without your comments. But since you managed to get eight comments on the last blog post, we will give you just a smidge (ONLY A LITTLE BIT THOUGH) from our day:
Commence The Real Blog Post
Hey there everyone!!! Today was filled with so many amazing moments that it will be hard to stay on track, so please bear with me. Today we all got up and with our morning breath, got dressed to sweat and enjoyed a tasty breakfast. We were given a small “this is what today will be like” speech, broke into groups, and prayed for the day. Packed to the point where better AC or more leg room didn’t matter any more we drove to the bottom of the hill, met up with Pastor Andrew and his wife, went to the square, and passed out tracks.
All the guys took great care of us girls. They were just like knights in shining armor standing between the evil dragon and their fair lady, but I’m getting off track so lets stay on topic, shall we?
10:45, time to head back to the cars. Everyone reeked of sweat and it showed, but we were together and safe so it didn’t really matter anyway.
Arrived at Mustard Seed! All of us girls sang for the staff and special needs kids (I did join them this time and we rocked), then our daring performers presented their flags and moved the crowd. Misty lost a flag that broke on her, but she still was brilliant and no harm came to the boy that was helping to fix the flag but walked right in the middle of the swinging arms. We stayed for a while then it was off to lunch.
I made everyone more starving because I got them started on my job at Chick Fil A, then it was downhill from there. Everyone enjoyed a new treat called a patty. Filled with the kind of meat you wanted and more yummy stuff. Our bellies were filled and once again it was off into the smelly cars with even more smelly people.
Next we entered a nursing home/dump off for old people, to put it bluntly. Happily singing again for the ladies and gents. After Sharing the Lord, talking, and just being with them it was time to shop.
To save a lot of time and effort, you were pulled every way possible to come see what was in the very small house. Now when I say house, I mean a VERY small, one room that might have a fan but no light. Everyone sold pretty much the same thing. But to brighten the dark room we learned to bargain and find common ground. It was a war zone of here and there and everywhere with so many ups and downs with deals and people popping up every time you breathed. But nonetheless we had a wonderful time.
Our last full day was, to put it simply and in words I can spell, FUN!!! Please don’t feel bad when I say that we all want to stay longer but home is calling us back and I’m sure you all are dying without us so I guess we’ll come back. Keep up the prayers please and we will see you all soon.
– Emily Coombs
PS Daddy I thought of you when I had my burger that tasted just like yours.
With that in mind I will add a few thoughts of my own…
Today was a stretching day to say the least. Breakfast was the only thing “normal” for today and even that was seasoned with a sense of uneasiness about the upcoming events. I didn’t know exactly how our day would look, I only knew that the activities would not fit into the normal box that I normally use to plan out my day’s activities. After breakfast we broke up in 5 and 6 person teams for our ministry day, we started out with a time of group prayer with our teams and then loaded up and off to town! We unloaded at the town square in downtown and the local pastor of the church down here sent us out to our locations and got us started. We mostly handed out tracts and talked to those who were willing. The foot traffic was heavy so the morning seemed to move past swiftly. After a marriage proposal, death threat, and fight between some locals we had handed out all the tracts and it was time to load up and move on to the next stop.
A winding path of unkempt roads led us to our next destination, Mustard Seed. It was an orphanage for handicap kids. We arrived and the heaviness of our hearts were realized as we approached all the kids under one pavilion sitting there with helpless faces longing for attention. We were here to somehow brighten up a kids life, a life that already knows more pain and hurt than any of us hopefully ever will. Its a daunting task, one that not only did not fit but completely destroyed the already bulging box I was referring too earlier. The thought of “how” immediately filled my mind. “How can I relate to these kids and their lives?” was the question that just kept running through my mind. We were here to minister to these kids, but how? Who am I and what can I give them? The realization that we were not there to fix each one of these precious lives, but rather, care for and give attention to them by showing Christ’s love was a comforting thought. With that line of internal dialogue wrapping up, the ladies began to sing. They sang a few songs, followed by a short skit put on by a few of us, and then a few of the girls summed it up well with a flag presentation. A few moments with the kids afterwards set the somber tone for the ride to back into town for some lunch.
….Wrapping this up quickly. After lunch we went to an infirmary, visited with some people and then did some shopping before coming back here to the mission. Today was a good day, it was a day for me to get out and see how much more there is to life than my box of normal sitting in the zone of comfort.