Archive for July, 2009

July 14, 2009

Sweet Potato

Because Tater doesn't have a blog, two Tater stories…

First let me say, I do not have a favorite Blinn.  I love them all equally and uniquely, but hypothetically, if for some reason I had to pick a favorite, it might be Tater.  I'm just sayin'.
Tater used to ride around in the back of Erin's little white one headlight car in a booster seat.  He was Tater Tot then, just a little munchkin.  He's just Tater now, a young man, a Mexico veteran, and it was an honor to get to serve alongside him.  When he is given a task he does it not only with excellence, but with a smile, and sometimes a joke.  When he is left to his own devices he makes good choices.  When he is tired and worn thin, he gets a little sarcastic.  He is just a quality guy.  Wednesday as our team leaders went into a house to pray, Erin handed him her guitar and asked him to lead worship. 
And he did. 
He played "No Sweeter Name", and it was completely beautiful.  Wonderful in so many ways.
We were all hot, and tired and thirsty.  The brokenness of the situation inside and the exhaustion of the team were palpable, but because he was willing to be obedient and step into what he was called to do, love and grace and beauty overcame all of that.  We sang, he walked, they prayed.  God moved.  It was exquisite. 

And then Thursday we all sat on the slab that is La Vina.  It had been a long day, a long week.  We were loaded up, hanging out waiting on a couple of teams to come back so we could head out.  We played with the kids a while, then we sat for a bit trying to cool off a little.  Sarcasm kinda flowed freely.  We were kinda done, hot and thirsty again, tired and getting more tired.  Then Tater's little friend Alejondro showed up. 
Boy did he show up.
He made up a little rap.
It kind of turned into a big rap.
It involved some dancing
"Pollito con Papas!" (Little Chicken and Potato)
Alejandro was Little Chicken- Pollito
Tater was Papas
It was awesome
Before too long everyone had joined in
We were all jamming, dancing and singing along
Our tired little crew was rejuvenated
Happy to be happy
Beat boxing may or may not have happened
Some moves were busted
a little robot-ing happened
some routines reappeared
keep your eyes on the girl in the brown shirt, that's Amber, we may have been separated at birth. 
She's my homegirl.  And she most certainly was feeling the groove. 
See what I mean.
Would you believe she's shy?
Cause she totally is. 
Love that I caught these of her.

Love that we all ended up smiling, laughing, singing.
Love that our grump fest turned into a dance party.
It was pretty sweet.

Thanks Potato for having such an awesome blossom.  🙂

July 12, 2009

Vamos Tamualipas- Trip Dos, Part Uno

What an amazing thing- to get to be a part of what God is doing in this community. 
Still pretty tired, so just a couple of stories tonight, more to come for sure.

First: Her
found me everyday
followed me around
her arms around my waist
stared at me with those big brown eyes
always smiling
laughing and holding
my hand in hers
she loved my camera
she learned it and used it well
this is her photo of her mother
one of five kids in her family
my favorite one, though i loved them all
big sister of this little guy
she was his favorite too
pretty sure he was her favorite as well
she stole a piece of my heart
this little girl
a beautiful, loving, sweet and spunky little soul
so much love.

Second: Genesis
This baby girl was four days old and yet to be named when I met her in December.
She has grown quite a bit since then
She smiled and laughed and babbled while her brother and sister looked on, smiling proudly.


There is lots of love between them, a strong connection. They shared laughs and smiles at our broken Spanish and poor attempts at explaining how and why we were there.They keep her while their parents work and were gracious enough to let us come in and hang out for a bit.
I got to hold her, again, and fell in love again, kissed her chubby little cheeks again.
And thought again about how incredible it is that my story is intertwined with hers.
For everyone who helped send us, and me, those of you who encouraged and prayed and donated time and money to the trip…
Can't thank you enough.
Awesome is too small a word.


July 4, 2009

Our Own Beat

The past couple of weeks have been really great- full of swim dates and popsicles just like we planned.  And just as we're settling into a rhythm of sorts, I'm headed off to Mexico.  It's a 5 day mission trip with my church and I'm super excited about getting to go again. I hope to have lots of great stories next week.  A friend of mine loaned me his drum to take along, and I've been practicing a bit.  And it has added a whole new element, an incredible element to our little dance parties. 
Sure they love playing along,
They love taking turns making beats,
especially Gabe
So the other day I started snapping shots of them doing their thing.
And then this started to happen:
They started raising their little hands and faces
Without prompting or direction, with no other music but their own,
as they were playing, they were worshiping.
especially Gabe.
By the end of it they had all joined in
And I hid tears behind my camera.
Because it came so naturally out of the blue,
a beautiful expression of love between these kiddos and their Creator.
Because they praised Him with such joy and abandon.
Inspired doesn't really come close to what I felt. 

So off to Mexico I go, and I'm taking this inspiration with me, hoping joy will follow, expecting grace and mercy to rain down. I will miss my loves terribly I think.  I've never been away from them this long.  But I'm excited to see what God will do, is doing in Mexico, excited to get to be a part of it.  If you think about us pray for us, strength and peace and all that jazz.
And love, love, love. 

July 1, 2009

Second Breakfast

If you don't know about or have second breakfast, you're missing out.  The most important meal of the day if you ask me.
We often have omelets, we've done bacon and egg sandwiches, sometimes it's cinnamon oatmeal with cranberries and walnuts.  Basically it's just a hearty, not very healthy brunch after breakfast.  And we love love love it.  The other day we made french toast.  Yum right?
Right.  So here's the recipe, super easy, a real crowd pleaser. 
According to Emmy, it's very important to put your apron on first, so we did. 
If you're not an apron person, that's fine with me, just don't tell The Princess.

* 6 thick slices bread
* 2 eggs
* 2/3 cup milk
* 1/4 teaspoon ground cinnamon (optional)
* 1/4 teaspoon ground nutmeg (optional)
* 1 teaspoon vanilla extract (optional)
*  salt to taste

Griffey cracks the eggs, he's a pro, no shells in there.
1.  Beat together egg, milk, salt, desired spices and vanilla.
2. Heat a lightly oiled griddle of skillet over medium-high flame.
3. Dunk each slice of bread in egg mixture, soaking both sides.
4. Place in pan, and cook on both sides until golden.
5. Serve hot with butter and maple syrup.
6. Devour.
You're welcome.

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