Typical Day "at the office"
It’s 7am when my alarm sounds—announcing the beginning of yet another day here in CA. I peak my nose out from under the warmth and shelter of my 5 heavy blankets and flannel sheets that I’ve been nuzzled under all night, and I wonder when and how it became so cold in my room. Building a fire in my wood burning stove takes too much effort to worry about in the morning, so I know that once again, I will just have to brave the freezing temperatures and get moving with my day.
“Where to start?,” I ask myself. I run through my “To Do” list in my head and it only takes a few minutes before I realize how desperately I will need His strength and wisdom for this new day. I have learned that I can’t do this on my own and so I start this morning by pursuing the One who can.
As usual, I am running late (no surprise for those of you who know me), so I must hurry to get ready. I quickly run downstairs to heat up some day-old coffee and bread to get me going, and I am then on my way. On this particular morning, my teammate and I head over to the office to check email and afterwards I will then be helping at our project.
Our office and project work are in the same building and only a few blocks away, but we bundle up in our long winter coats and tightly wrap our warmest chadors around our heads. (In this season, I don’t mind the fact that I am literally covered from head to toe!)
We greet our guards with the traditional, as well as lengthy, greeting, then tell them where we are headed as we scurry out the gate. The brisk, morning air chills our hands and face and our feet slip and slide as we make our way through the slushy, muddy streets. Even though we walk with our faces down, I always manage to catch a glimpse of the majestic snow-covered mountains that surround us. ( I don’t think this Illinois girl will ever get used to that sight!)
We arrive at the project and I quickly check email to see if anyone from home has written. Receiving emails from family and friends is a huge source of encouragement—no matter what the day may bring. A few minutes left and I head down the stairs to greet locally-based friends and we quickly dive into the project work. Their smiles warm my heart and our conversations will be great stories to share with my teammates later that evening.
After my time is finished I head back home for lunch and a team meeting. Again I am greeted by the children and ladies on the street—some wanting to shake my hand or ask me for a pencil or money, some inviting me in for tea, and some too shy to say anything but the thousands of words which are communicated through their eyes.
I eat lunch with my team and then we open our business meeting asking for our Father’s wisdom and guidance. We schedule this time once a week to discuss the week’s activities, house matters, and long-term planning and goals. Even though we spend most of our time together these days, this meeting is still a welcomed time for focused conversations and preparations.
At about 2:30pm I head over to a neighborhood not too far from home for some language study. At this point in time I am spending about two afternoons a week at my tutor’s home. She has taught for 30 years, lived in a neighboring country for the last 15 of those years, and has now returned to help rebuild this nation. Right now, I appreciate the fact that she is teaching me the simple basics of reading and writing. We talk, laugh, and encourage each other. I am blessed beyond measure to have found someone as special as her.
Well, the hours pass quickly here and soon the night sets in. I walk back home and then help with dinner preparations. I often long for the days of fast-food, or at least convenient mixes, but instead we have to soak all the vegetables in bleach water and prepare everything from scratch. At first this was a daunting task, but now it seems like just another part of life.
Once the food is ready, we light the lanterns and head upstairs to the room that we have chosen to heat for the night. Our team, along with several interns, gather around the wood burning stove and enjoy our meal as we discuss the days events. Afterwards we sometimes play games, watch a movie, or have a time of pr. and wrshp.
Then it’s off to bed. We gather wood from downstairs, build a fire in the stoves in our rooms, heat up water to wash our faces, and make sure the doors are locked and the lanterns are blown out.
Finally, I snuggle under my covers for a time of reading and reflection. I thank our Father for another day in this place. Another day full of His presence at work in my life and in those around me...for His strength that sustained me...and for His mercies that are new every morning. Yes, soon it will be morning, but tonight...I fall asleep—tired and grateful.