Back At It

Well, with the adventures of yesterday behind us we began another day with great anticipation of getting back to "normal". By normal I mean getting back to work on the projects around camp.

I must admit that the day started off a little rough for me. I found it difficult to get to sleep last night. It seemed that my adrenaline was still going from the events of the day and parts of my body began to hurt coming off of the rush. I woke up this morning with bruises from my pec, to bicep down to my forearm on my left side. I believe this occurred when I slipped down the rock face saving Lexi from falling into the water. Funny how those things don't hurt until everything is over. Amy had some bruising on her legs and arms as well.

After breakfast we got back to work. After calling our eye doctor, Amy found a Lenscrafters in the local mall and found a pair of glasses on the clearance rack (a couple of scratches on the frame) and was able to be back at the camp, able to see, by the early afternoon (total optical expense - $120; surving a flash flood and being rescued by people who don't speak English - priceless). I assumed the "foreman" duties on the painting crew and we managed to get much of the house(s) primed and finished coated. It looks like I will be on that for the remainder of the week. You know me, once I start a project I have to see it out until it is completed. I wont' feel like I accomplished anything if we leave and that house isn't done. Lauren and Justin helped on various jobs during the day from picking up paint chips to helping prime the house.

After work it was time for a shower and a frappe from El Frappe. My first frappe of the trip...strawberry/pina colada if you were curious. After frappes we had dinner and called dad to wish him a happy 70th birthday (happy birthday again, Dad). At 7:00PM we had a short meeting and the dialogue centered around our weaknesses and how God can do great things through not only our strengths (on which we tend to focus) but also on our weaknesses. One of the stories out of yesterday was that as we were stranded on the rocks Julio, the program director of the camp who went with us to the rain forest, was able to witness to some of the local kids who were stranded as well. It was one of those stories that you sit back and think, "you know if it takes being stranded on a rock for a few hours so someone comes to know the Lord" I'm okay with that.

All in all a pretty normal day in our lives here. Hopefully I sleep better tonight. Can't wait to see those bruises tomorrow :-)

Love to you all,
Mike (for the fam)