Sometimes the day just doesn’t work in our favor. *gasp*
Yesterday I didn’t sleep well due to excitement, I was getting my school issued MacBook during a morning meeting. Upon arrival, way too early in the morning, I sat through two hours of ‘turning it on, and turn it off again’. It was a worthy sacrifice for the computer. However, what caught me off guard was learning that we had a second training meeting.
I was thinking about the video releasing tomorrow on YouTube about my adventures of dying my hair blue. That got me thinking about the title, “What’s Your Blue”. Basically, what makes you, you? Sounds cliche, but we’re so wrapped up in backing this, that, or the other cause that we’ve completely lost our own unique identity.
Wouldn’t it be cool if people randomly painted their toenails, fingernails, or hair blue? Maybe even just wore something that was blue, and took a photo explaining what makes them, them? It’d be a cool sociological digital media event.
It’s probably another lost pipe dream, but it’d be pretty epic…
Home is a success.
Keeping it short tonight.
Six hours later we returned home.
Me with a runny nose.
After showering and changing clothes, Darco and I headed back into the city for a wedding.
Now we’re finally home…
Now I’m officially sick…
What day is it,
And in what hour?
The clock never felt so alive.
I’ve completely lost track of time down in southern Missouri. I’ve given up on tracking the days and instead I’ll just go with the flow.
The group had a unique opportunity on Tuesday. Down the road is a city called Poplar Bluff. Here one can find a halfway-house situation for women recovering from addiction (addiction to drugs and alcohol is a serious pandemic in the area). We have several female youth with us, and they were beyond thrilled to be able to work with this home called “Recycling Grace”. A few ladies were kind enough to share their stories, and a few hugs, with the group.
At “Recycling Grace” the organization has been allotted several rental properties throughout the community. Our crews main task was to work with paint scrapers and wire brushes on the porch of one of the rental properties.
The. Amount. Of. Paint.
To show you how skiddish some people are, we had started on the porch of this duplex when this woman, in nothing but a towel, steps outside in broad daylight fearing she’s being robbed by us (paint scrapers near windows do that I suppose).
I’m still amazed at how easy it is to pack up, grab a passport, and disappear to another country as a missionary, when in so many ways, the same problems plague our own communities.
We’re mulching again tomorrow. The heat hasn’t stopped us yet.
Internet and data is pretty limited out here in southern Missouri.
Yesterday started the first day of the physical labor for the group. Terra Nova, the church we’re working with, has a great partnership with the local school district. Because of this we have a great opportunity to help out the schools maintenance department by spreading fresh mulch throughout the playgrounds…
…of nine school buildings…
The weather cooperated throughout the morning with our small group (5) at the school. Thankfully, with pitchforks in hand, no impaling took place amongst the youth.
Lunch was unique and incredible. There’s a bakery named “The Knead” in town, it’s managed and owned by the folks of Terra Nova church. With a prison just down the road, The Knead acts as an opportunity ministry to assist released inmates by providing employment baking bread. Our lunch for the week is coming from these awesome folks (and the bread is very good).
The afternoon provided plenty…PLENTY of sunshine and more mulch. The crew held on firm for four hours spreading mulch. Conversations of faith, school, and the Illuminati all took place to keep our brains from frying (DYK: Kanye worked for the Illuminati and attempted to assassinate 2pac)?
The hard work paid off with a trip to Lambert’s in Sikeston, Missouri. The evening was full of thrown rolls, carbs, and sweet, sweet molasses.