Sunday, March 22, 2009

Quick Turnaround!

Tomorrow feels about a year away. Tuesday...at least a decade. Wednesday? I can't even imagine Wednesday being part of my own, personal reality...

Returning from a youth mission trip means lots of dirty laundry and sometimes the sniffles. I managed to stay healthy all week. All week while I slept in a mold-infested house, there were no allergies. All week, while I worked my tail off, my back and knee were in great shape. 

But now, I have a sore throat. 

I woke up early not feeling so well. It wouldn't be a big deal...but 24 hours from now, I'll be de-boarding the plane from Austin to Houston to catch another from Houston to Chicago. After 13 hours in Chicago, it's flight No. 3 to NYC before finally getting on the plane to go to Italy. It's a crazy 72-hours, but when I wake up in Milan on Wednesday morning, it'll be all worth it.

Pleas pray that this sore throat goes away! 
    
     

 

Galveston 2009

I had the privilege of leading a team to Galveston, Texas, where we partnered with the EFCA Crisis Response ministry to work on homes that were damaged by Hurricane Ike.

Most of this team was in high school. Most of this team had never hung dry wall or roofing. Most of this team was on spring break. The entire team taught me to love God well by loving others.

Hurricane Ike hit Galveston Island in September 2008. Soon after this, the presidential election and the economy dominated the national news. Ike was no longer an issue in the public eye, and therefore, people seemed to forget about it. But when you lose your roof and have no money to replace the rotted walls of your home, it's hard to forget.

Meet Elmer and Leslie. They are a hard-working couple who owns a large boarding style home on the island. He's an undertaker, and she works at Home Depot. They lived on the first of three floors in their house and rented out the rooms above them. Then the hurricane hit. Now the carpet and walls are gone. The floor is bare wood, as are the sides. The kitchen is gone, and they live on the second floor using a microwave, bathroom sink and refrigerator. One day while Leslie was at work, she met Arnold. Arnold is serving with the EFCA as part of the long-term Crisis Response team. He was at Home Depot, as he is almost every day, to purchase supplies for the homes on which teams are working all over the island. He was frustrated and couldn't find something. Leslie asked if she could help. She did. She also learned for whom Arnold worked and what this Pennsylvania native was doing off the coast of Texas. She offered her home immediately to any groups looking for a place to stay. This is the home that could have been a work project itself. This is the home where two people are still living with nails in the floor boards and a leaky roof. This is a home that is full of life. And this is the home that was a gift to our group for the week.

Meet Lisa. Lisa lives across the street from where my team was roofing for the week. She approached me on Wednesday to ask what we were doing. The neon-green t-shirts we wore every day and teenagers climbing up and down a ladder as we ripped off, repaired and replaced a roof were a little out of place in this low-income coastal town of La Marque. I explained that we were serving through Galveston Bible Church to replace the roof of an elderly woman. She received insurance money but couldn't afford the repairs necessary to keep her house standing or from leaking. Lisa went on to tell me about her four children. She explained that they, too, were living under a blue, FEMA tarp hoping and praying to find some way to fix their home. The inspector said it needed an entirely new roof to repair the hurricane damage, and insurance gave them $4700. Estimate after estimate came back with a minimum of $6000. $1300 stood in the way of their roof being repaired - not to mentioned the damaged dry wall, ceiling and other problems caused by the leaky roof over the past 6 months since the hurricane hit. In my world $1300 is a lot of money, but it's not a deal breaker for something like a roof. Most of the people with whom I interact on a daily basis could save up and make it happen. But Lisa, a hard-working mom, was just barely making ends meat. She filled out an application, and we put her on the list to be considered for home repair projects.

Sarah, Shelby, Arnold, Julie and Ben are holding down the fort on the Island. They each committed to serve for several months, coordinating groups who come in for a day or a week at a time. They cook, lift houses, answer questions, assign teams and facilitate those who are wanting to love people in Galveston by meeting needs.

Galveston is broken. The walls are torn out, the roofs are leaking, houses are crooked. Lives were torn apart when the hurricane came. Hope was lost. Spirits were destroyed. Heads hanging low and closed businesses seemed to be common. But one house at a time, hope is returning. Those in desperate need are excited about helping others. Laughter is coming back. Hospitality is returning. God's love is healing.

If you have the resources, spend a few days in Galveston. And if not, take some time to let God love you and lead you to serve elsewhere. God blesses people. But those blessings are not meant to remain in our possession. They are on loan, and we are to share them with those in need.

I love my job. I love these people.








Sunday, March 15, 2009

Going, going, gone to Galveston!

Joe and Travis will be here in a few minutes. We'll go pick up the rental van and go to meet the other 16 people venturing down to Galveston Island to repair homes damaged by Hurricane Ike. I'm not sure what to expect. I'm not sure if I'm prepared.

Mission trips the past two spring break weeks have been much larger projects. We've been responsible for every last detail; whereas this time, we're partnering with an organization that's doing most of the ground work. I miss the insanity of the larger project, but it's nice to have this "easy" feeling.

This week has already been nothing like I expected or hoped. Gearing up for the trip with already small numbers, two people broke bones, one is sick and one might not come because she might have the flu. We're staying in a nice house with beds. And we're kind of part of this larger group...but kind of not.

Pray for me. Pray for us to be open to what the Lord will bring. After all, it's God's week, not ours.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

Ratatouille, Part II

Because I know that many of you are curiously awaiting to find out what happened next in the land of the suspected rats, here's the update.

Last night, upon arriving home from work, my roommate and I cleaned out all the storage stuff under my bed and moved some wicker baskets. We found nothing. No droppings. No chewed up cardboard. Nothing. They mysterious rats or mice or whatever it was that made the distinct noise below my bed left no signs of existence. I never actually thought I'd say this, but I was hoping to find some sort of something that would indicate that I'm not crazy. Ugh. However, because of my ridiculous fear - yes, I'll own that - of these pesky creatures, I was weary of sleeping in my own bed. Solution: sleepover time. Yes, I slept on the rat-free floor of our house in my roommate's room and got a great night's sleep.

Tonight, I plan on going back to my own bed, braving the potential rats. Like a big girl.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

I always hated cats

I never never never ever ever ever thought I'd think, type or mumble these words: I wish I had a cat.

Cats are not my favorite animals. They make my eyes itch. My face swells up. I sneeze. Ears get itchy. Red spots all over. Trouble breathing. That's what happens as my head begins to explode from allergies to cats. It's not pretty. I never liked them. And I decided that I'm not a mean person for these negative feelings because of what those fur balls do to me. It's not fair. They are evil by nature.

But this morning, at about 3:58 a.m., I wished, more than anything that I had a cat. And still do about 30 minutes later.

You see, we had rats in the ceiling. I heard them some nights. My roommate is in negotiations with the pest control company and the HOA that governs our row, townhouse complex for a while now. Not a huge deal. No big urgency. And I haven't heard the rats dancing above me as I fall asleep recently. The walls were sealed. They were staying put. The whole thing made me laugh.

Then we found one piece of rat poop in the hall closet. The hall closet right next to my first-floor bedroom. We nervously cleaned out the closet on a Sunday afternoon, taking turns lifting the last few items, noting our escape route, incase a rat were to jump out at us. We found absolutely no other signs of rats and just sort of blew it off.

But this morning, Tuesday morning, I woke up early. As I rolled over to fall back asleep, it sounded like a mini-zip line going off on the floor below me. And I'm pretty sure it was a rat under my bed going for a speedy morning stroll. I sat up in bed wide a freakin' wake. Not happy. Heart beating. Face sweating. I froze.

After what seemed like several hours but was probably two or three minutes, I clapped loudly several times. Turned on the light. And leaped toward my door. It sounds like it was immediate, but it took me a while, again probably only two or three minutes, to actually get moving. I ran for the kitchen, turning on the lights and clapping.

Right now, I'm strategically sitting at the kitchen table in a wooden chair in a corner that is sealed by walls with no large cracks. My iTunes is playing louder than I would ever dare for this early in the morning (I do have that roommate) with every light on the first floor turned on, and my feet are propped up in the bottom rung of the chair. There's no way a rat can get past me and crawl up my face with out me seeing it first run across the floor in front of me.

I hate rats. Mice. Bugs. Snakes. Anything creepy crawly or slimy. I'm not a girly-girl. I'm not prissy. I go camping. I hike. I get dirty. But I don't do rats.

I'm still not sure how I'm going to get clothes out of my closet and get dressed for work. A rat might be waiting to run out in front of me. And that's not OK. I went out to my car to get a sweatshirt a few minutes ago instead of going back to retrieve one from my room. And I'm seriously considering going in my pajamas. Barefoot.