My sleep schedule is not a hearty one; my dependence on caffeine, therefore, is. Waking up and smelling freshly brewed coffee mixing with the cold, brisk morning air is bliss. Now, add riding a warm bus through a foreign land. This land contains every variation of forestry your brain is capable of imagining. Pair the greens with endless hills and mountains, and not one trail appears flat, but instead, the terrain is constantly traveling either up or down. Every house passed is a small, shanty, and generally made of painted metal. These homes do not amount to much by our American standards, but the pride and care taken in these structures are much more than ours. It appears very inch of these abodes and all belongings are taken care of and held with great pride. Surrounding the neighborhood is farmland full of coffee plants by the hundreds and sugar cane by the rows. This is a portrait of Costa Rica. For the first few hours I spent there, it was dark. Riding on a bumpy bus for over an hour, jet lagged, tired, and patiently waiting to arrive at Strong Missions, I could already, in complete darkness, smell a change in the air- no motor or factory smells, simply the scent of a farm or the mountains right before one hikes down. I squinted, trying my best to …show more content…
Her tone was so dreary, so tired, so very downtrodden. She realized I had a light and happiness despite the things I had been through, and she did not. She saw her own hopelessness, as if me having something made her realize she was lacking. This is why I was allowed to go to Costa Rica. These few, sunny, sweaty hours outside with a young stranger was the reason God destined me to go on the mission trip. I pray a seed was planted and that now, a tree of faith is growing there, sharing the same words to others back home in
The sun had just begun to rise and the temperature was growing warmer with each passing minute. Gusts of wind brought dust swirling into the house as I lay in the bed that I shared with my mom and sister. My mom was just beginning to scrub clothes across the surface of a washboard and was hanging them up to dry on the nearby clothesline outside. Laundry was what kept our family alive because after my father left us a few years ago life became so much harder. I often helped my mom around our one room house cleaning, fixing meals, and occasionally helping collect laundry from our neighbors.
After the flight from San Juan del Sur, Abigail and I have finally arrived in Isle de Ometepe. We were so exhausted from the three days prior to arriving in the second city that we chose to have a rest day. Now that we both were well rested, we planned a day filled with trying new dishes such as the Gallo Pinto, which consists of beans and rice (Scharf, “Where”). Later on that day, we decided to take a bike tour of the island; I brought my disposable camera in my backpack to take pictures of the beautiful scenery. In addition to riding bikes, Abigail and I visited multiple sites around the island where we found ancient petroglyphs; these petroglyphs are famous for its pre-Columbia’s history.
This summer, my church took a missions trip to Puerto Penasco. It wasn 't the easiest trip to plan, seeing we only had two months to plan for it, and pay for it. Yes, this trip was spontaneous, and we worked very hard to get the money for it. It was a hot day when I and the rest of the missions team got out of the airplane in Phoenix, Arizona.
As a Cuban-born woman, my expected role in society is clearly defined; my thoughts and personality have a mold into which they must fit. However, a month before my fifth birthday my family made the decision to move to the United States and in doing so liberated me from these expectations and gave me the freedom to explore my own interests and beliefs. Ten years later, they were making preparations for my Quinciañera. Due to my Cuban heritage, my coming of age was set to be commemorated by a very long and very expensive night of food, dance, and family. For the same cost as the down payment on a relatively small house, I would be given the opportunity to put on a show in a dress that restricted my airways and provide food and drink for about
With my Cajita I would like to express myself as a person who is going through changes and a journey to becoming the best person that I can be at this moment in my life. Since I realize I didn’t have a meaning to life and all my hard worked was mean less since I didn’t have a true purpose for my hard work. I realize that life don’t have to be so complex and that we must find our own path even if people don’t agree with our choices. Therefore, my three artifacts that going to be in my Cajita will representing my journey of change and symbolize me truly fallen in love with myself for both inner and outer. So, my three artifacts are the Bible, kickboxing hand wraps, and hair pick.
Living in Nicaragua, I have developed many relationships among the lower class. These relationships gave me time to reflect upon myself and be grateful for the resources I have. Communicating and spending my time with the children on my parents' mission site, I have come to understand the children and their circumstances of financial hardship. This time of serving gave me a time to understand myself and helped determine my future goals in my academic life and career. One particular relationship I had was with a boy named Kenner.
My parents and I moved to the Dominican Republic when I was thirteen years old. Living there as a young American came with many challenges. One of the biggest threats against foreigners is violence. Within my first years of living in Dominican Republic, I had experienced two incidents at it firsthand. The first incident happen a week before school began, I was mugged by two assailants; man on a motorcycle and another man on foot.
There were rice plants on my left and farm animals on my right. I grew up in New York City, so you can imagine the millions of questions that were running through my head. I’d never been to the countryside of the Dominican Republic before, but when I finally did, I couldn’t be more ecstatic, despite the scorching Caribbean sun burning down on my brown skin. I hadn’t visited the Dominican Republic since I was four years old. All I had was vague memories of my grandmother’s boisterous laugh and the chickens in the backyard I loved chasing after.
Faith in God didn’t mean much to me. God, however, is gracious, even when we are not. He waited for me to come to the end of myself. Then he got my attention.
My grandfather asked me “Which one?” I respond “Let’s get this one”. Little did I know that guinea pig was my dinner. Guinea pigs or cuy are not pets but food in Ecuador. When I arrived at the airport it looked like any typical airport, but it felt as if I was in a different world.
Last summer I went on vacation to Puerto Rico with my cousins. We did really fun things like snorkeling, a boat ride, and eating at many wonderful places. Although all those sound really fun, I want to talk about the time I met the most cutest, most fluffiest, most friendliest, animal ever. It all started off on a breezy summer night while my cousins and family were chillin’ at our hotel pool.
It pointed me to Jesus who has made this possible by inviting us to share the relationship he has with his father. God’s abounding love is so amazing that through his son Jesus Christ, I am united with him despite of my sin and brokenness. It reveals to me that I am not an isolated individual but a member of my family, a member of my church, and a member of God’s big family. And we all share the same fatherhood! We are one big family and God is ‘Our Father.’
He, however, became interested in conversation, and upon finding where I was going, he made up his mind to keep on and go with me to Rochester. We had been there but a few days when this minister became so convinced that he could not help weeping aloud at one time as we passed along the street. The Lord gave him a powerful spirit of prayer, and his heart was broken. As he and I prayed together, I was struck with his faith in regard to what the Lord was going to
It’s midsummer, Maryland. Out west, where the highways are desolate and the closest shopping center is an hour away, a beige house overlooks an acreage encompassed entirely by generic white picket fences and endless rolling hills. During this time of year the wildflowers grow rampant turning the property into a meadow. An enormous gray and white barn stands alone towards the back, holding five horses and a stockpile of hay. A small stream steadily flows over the hills.
The Unforgettable Goal It was early one Autumn morning,to early for me to be awake,I had a Thundercats soccer game at 6 o'clock in the morning. We drove for a hour and a half to my 6 o'clock morning soccer game in Romeo. When we got there I was the only one there, So my dad and I practice my soccer skills: kicking ,running ,shooting ,and goalie.