Feliz el dia de las Madres! Yep, today was Mothers Day here in Nicaragua. Precious I know. Fide received more gifts from people than I usually receive at Christmas, ha. But I think it is so cool to see how family takes such a precedence here in Nica. So this morning, I actually woke up before Morgan. It seems like it's become a race to see who can get to the kitchen first. We don't beat Fide and Omar though, seeing they wake up at 4. We had a devotion this morning with Fide and Omar from primero timoteo capitulo cuatro. It was so cool to hear their thoughts on young people being leaders.
After breakfast, we helped Roberto get the rooms ready for next weekend. Morgan painted the final touches on the guy's room, while I cleaned the windows in another one of the bedrooms. Mom you will have to tell Nanny that I cleaned windows and screens today! Unlike Nanny though, we don't clean ours weekly. We also had to paint the walls between two of the rooms. Quite an experience seeing that I was painting the ceiling, while Morgan was right under me painting. Roberto had to come and finish the ceiling, seeing that "yo soy bajo/I am short." Our lunch was like chicken stew, but better, and rice. OH, and the funniest part of the day. We were sitting at the kitchen table, Morgan and I, Fide, Roberto, and Tanya, talking about weird Spanish and English words. Well apparently there is a word here in Nicaragua, called "chunche" that means a "whatchamacallit" in English. And you can use chunche for anything. Well, Fide got up from the table to put her plate away, and Morgan called her a chunchadora, which apparently means prostitute. Fide said "Oy" and then they all started laughing. Naturally, we had no idea what was going on until they told us, but we laughed for probably five minutes straight. I didn't think Fide was going to recover from laughing. haha.
After lunch, we were supposed to go to the hospital to hand out gifts to mother's in the women's ward, but Big Rafe never came and picked us up. So Roberto decided to take us to their youth service at his church. On the way there though, we stopped by his house and got to meet his roommate. Roberto played his guitar for a while and we sang along. Good times at his place. Eventually we made it to the church for the service, and sadly, I only understood about 3 words from the whole message. I think Morgan understood more because she kept nodding her head. In the closing prayer, Roberto's roommate thanked the Lord for "Morgan and the dude with her..." Ha. I think he thought I didn't understand him, but I did. Too funny. Tonight, we were able to have another LEGIT conversation with Fide. She is so wise, and has so much to say to encourage me personally in my faith. I really feel like we are here for her as well though, because she said she feels "comfortable and familiar" around us.
Well I am going to get in bed! We are heading to church in the morning, and then on to the hospital to hand out the gifts. Thank yall for your prayers. It is honestly helping so much.
te amo, Spence