All-American morning

Scotty and Natty reading her Spanish Bible.

We found out recently that every Saturday morning at the American School, there is an English speaking group that comes out to play frisbee. The American school has a gorgeous campus, nicer than any I've seen in the states and is the educational institution of choice for embassy families and upper class Bolivians. Scotty goes every Tuesday night to play basketball in their top notch gym. If we get ourselves organized enough, we can get the other things done we need to before or after and enjoy a couple hours of playing frisbee with other foreigners. This morning, I set Natty up on a blanket in the grass, by herself, surrounded by toys, and far away from the action. She probably sat alone for close to an hour total without complaining once. She even fell over a couple of times and didn't seem to mind. That gave me time to play or chat with friends.

Mommy and Natty on the swings while Daddy plays Frisbee.

Unfortunately, I didn't get a shot of the action, but there had to be at least 20 of us this morning- it was great and Scotty was in his element. After frisbee, I had a hankerin' for a burger and fries. There is no where you can go for a decent hamburger and fries that is quick (so Natty could go home and nap), except Burger King. Now, I used to go off and on to Burger King in Cochabamba because the youth I worked with always wanted to go. Scotty, however, has managed to live in Bolivia for close to 5 years and has never eaten there. He has nothing against the establishment, just kinda had the bragging rights to say he'd never been there. We gave in today, also realizing that once kids come into the picture, there will be all kinds of fast foody type places we will probably go because they have playgrounds. So, it was fast and it was good. And, it was the first burger and fries I can remember having in half a year. So, for a few minutes, sitting in our kitchen with a brown BK bag in front of us, we felt a little like we were in the US. Now, we're getting ready for an all-Bolivian night. Bible study at 4 and church set-up after. It's nice to have the chance to do a bit of both.

Have it your way (is that the right slogan?).

Scotty & Lisa's March Update from Bolivia

It's our privilege to share with you what we continue to be involved in here, as well as invite you to look forward to some future events with us! As always, we'd love to hear back from you!

Carnaval Barbeque

February is the month of Carnaval- the time of age-old customs that began before the Spanish conquest and center around giving thanks to the Pachamama (earth-goddess) and warding off evil spirits by throwing water. Beliefs vary widely these days, but water-play is still a must and young people will drag it out as long as possible- lining the streets to throw water balloons at each other for the whole month, and closing down everything for the state holidays to splash, soak, foam, and generally have a raucous time. Not wanting to miss the chance to spend free days with our small group, we planned a barbeque for Saturday and were thankful to see the sun shining as we got ready for a fun afternoon. Everyone from the group came, plus the Hursts, pastor Edgar and his younger son, as well as a few extended family members. We grilled, we ate, we chatted, we played with water, we tried to convince Natty she could, indeed, sleep in an unknown place, we chatted some more, we soaked up sun, we relaxed. Although we had to go home early to get Natty to bed, we heard that most stuck around until late, enjoying each other and getting each other pumped up to attend the IBM first annual retreat in April. When the leadership team had asked key members of the congregation about their commitment to attending the retreat, the answers were doubtful at best. But God must have worked in the hearts of many, because we are now expecting a good number! Our hope is to present the vision for this year as a church body, as well as encourage and enable people to become more involved in church service. We'll head down to the camp in the mountainous jungle region called the Yungas to celebrate Easter together for this retreat.

A Home of our Own

Picture with us a modest, inviting home on a hill overlooking our side of Mallasilla and the mountains surrounding this community. A big, green lawn is full of fruit trees and kids playing soccer in the sunshine, while Scotty and the men grill steaks for a few families that have come over after church. I'm inside with the ladies, talking about what each of us learned from the sermon and preparing salad. Ok, maybe it sounds a little dreamy, but this is what we envision as we look out our windows at our property, one block away. Our hearts are filled with the desire to use this gift for God's glory, as a place where friends and neighbors can come and be encouraged, challenged, and prayed for. Building our home is not in the very near future, as we are waiting on the Lord for the funds to do it, but even now we are asking for wisdom to know how to build it, with what architect, and when. We'd like to invite anyone who can get excited about this project to contact us if you'd like to contribute in some way to making this dream a reality, from outright contributions to our SIM personal fund (not tax-deductible) to a no-interest loan, or being part of a work team to come and actually work on our house in the construction phase.

Home Assignment (what used to be called furlough)

We're coming home! Even as I type "home", I realize that we have two homes. It will be mentally and emotionally hard to tear ourselves away from our lives here in La Paz- to realize that we will be missing what God does in our church in the next 6 months and in the lives of our friends. We will be away for Natalie's first birthday, a date that is very important in Bolivian families and a time of great celebration for all who know the child. But, we also long to be with you, to catch up after more than 2½ years away, to know the particulars of what you have experienced in this time and for us to mutually encourage each other. We wanted to share with you our hopes for these 6 months in the states and also let you know of some great needs we have. Flying back in mid-June, we'll spend our summer in Florida with Lisa's family, while taking trips to Minneapolis, to Scotty's family in Tennessee, and a great sweep of the Midwest to visit supporters and churches in a handful of states. In the fall, Scotty will enroll in two classes at Gordon Conwell Theological Seminary in Charlotte, NC to continue working toward a Masters' degree in Christian Thought, while we have some time to live in community with a supporting church there where we spent our first year as a married couple. We'll stick around to celebrate the holidays and plan on returning to La Paz at the beginning of 2010. While in Charlotte, we'll need a vehicle and an empty home or apartment, or a place to rent for our home base. There will probably be a significant list of baby items that will be needed as well, so contact us if you are willing to help in any of these ways. As much of a temptation as it is to worry about these big details working out, we know and constantly experience the rich provision of our Lord, and trust Him.

Praises

Natalie is healthy and right on schedule developmentally. She continues to bring smiles and coos from perfect strangers around the neighborhood- opening doors for us.

Although there is a recession raging in the US and globally, God has greatly and faithfully provided for our needs through our supporters.

Our landlord, Edgar, has been asking Scotty more and more questions about God and the Bible.

Prayer Requests

We intended to obtain our permanent visas before leaving because we cannot be out of the country for more than 3 months without losing our current status (2 year visas). We've recently found out that is not possible, but will apply for special permission to be away without having to start from scratch upon our return to Bolivia.

That Lisa will be able to balance new challenges and needs of Natalie with ministry time. For Scotty's ongoing desire to prioritize the many responsibilities he has with the church, school and family.

That we will be able to prepare others to fill in our gaps during the 6 months we will be out of the country.

Especially for our church's retreat over Easter weekend as we share the vision for ministry and invite the members to participate more fully.

Thank You
We truly could not be here without you. Your prayer and financial support are our life-line, making it possible for us to live and minister here among Bolivians. We are eager to see you while we are on Home Assignment in a few short months!

Contact Information
Our permanent email address is scottynlisa@gmail.com
Our mailing address is Bolivia: Casilla 3-12052, La Paz, Bolivia, S. America

P.S. Please join our Support Team!
God has graciously provided for all of our needs through your generous support ever since we (separately) hit Bolivian soil in 2003. Now, with a new fiscal year and little Natalie having joined Team Miser, we need to boost our support level with SIM. If you would be interested in joining our support team, please contact us or you can begin giving here!

Day of the baby

This morning we chose to have Natalie's dedication- something we've been wanting to do for a long time, but finally put on the books before she outgrew the dress we wanted to put her in for the event! I have talked to other moms about what it means to dedicate your baby to the Lord and I wanted it to be something more than just a milestone or common occurence. It was special for us to stand before our IBM family in the country of Natty's birth and commit to living godly lives before her, teaching her the Word and of Christ's love for her, and asking the church family to hold us accountable to this. It also meant for me a giving over of her life (not that it was ever in my hands) to the Lord and submit to His plans for her, whatever they may be. This will be a daily discipline for me, as I know times will come and have already come where I don't want to let her go and let the Lord have control. And yet, He loves her so much greater than I can and knows her needs so much better than me. So, Edgar read some scripture on the importance of raising a child in the ways of the Lord, prayed for her, asked a blessing for her life and for ours. He handed us a sweet certificate with her name on it and a children's Bible with a note he had written inside. It was a neat time to be congratulated by our church family with lots of hugs and kisses for us and Natty.

Natty always falls asleep on the 5 min. ride home- she looked so cute half-asleep on my shoulder!

This afternoon, we heard the twins downstairs- the grandkids of our landlords. Two boys who were born three weeks before Natty, who are being watched by their grandparents this weekend while their parents move to a new house. We decided it would be a great time to go down and play with them, also realizing it was a perfect opportunity to spend more time with our neighbors, whom we've felt convicted about reaching out to lately. We had a blast watching the three together, comparing size, eating styles, nap schedules, physical advancements, etc... We will definitely go play more with Edgar and David- cute boys!

Oh, what a night!

So, I love Bolivia and never want to complain about the life that God has called us to here...But, sometimes I wish there were noise ordinances. Take, for exanple, the dude that opened a metal working shop at the end of the street- that clanging is not so bad unless your very tired baby is trying to take a nap, is bleary-eyed and crying, but is having a hard time because of hearing metal against metal like it's outside her bedroom window (oh, right- it is!). Or, the amazing parties that are thrown in the center or town (remember how small our town is) like the one last night where we could hear horns and drums in the distance starting around dinnertime. That wasn't so bad until the party decided to follow the asphalt and see where they ended up- only a loop, of sorts, is paved in Mallasilla. Of course, they end up in a perfect spot to continue their fiesta- on top of the hill at the Catholic church which is directly across from our bedroom window. The ladies were spinning, the men were marching and leading their women onward, the horns were blowing, the drums were thumping- it was oh, so much fun at 11:30pm. Then, just as we had resigned ourselves to living within the party for a few hours and covering our heads with our pillows, we heard some snapping noises and Scotty looked over to see our small transformer on fire. Now, I'm not sure if you've ever smelled an electrical fire...we have somehow managed to blow 3 transformers in the most spectactular ways- with sparks and flames. It's not a good smell. It starts sweet and lures you into believing it won't be that bad. Then it quickly begins to consume the room with acrid, sting-your-throat smoke that is absolutely impossible to withstand. So, around midnight we're throwing open the windows (getting a great view of the parade on the hill- very impressive for a cold, rainy night), grabbing a few things and shutting the smoke into our bedroom. Thank God we have a queen sized guest bed. The guest room becomes home for the night. This was all topped off by the frequent crying episodes that Natalie has engaged in for the last week- I ended up feeding her twice last night, which I haven't done since she was a few months old. I'm not sure if she's going through a growth spurt or I just thought that would be an easy way to get her back to sleep- I know, I caved! Anyway, it's raining this morning, which is a blessing because this rainy season has been dry and they've threatened water rations. Natty is "chatting" in her crib, we have water (which we were told we'd be without for 3 days), and we get to worship with our beautiful Bolivian family this morning at IBM. God is always good.

These are a few of my favorite things

I asked Scotty if he would bake me a cake for my birthday if I were to find a box mix and icing. He agreed and the hunt began for the perfect combo. Growing up, and to this day, my favorite cake (and probably dessert) is a yellow cake mix with chocolate frosting. I'm pretty sure my mom made it for me every year. So, this was my goal for this year. If I were more organized, I would have picked up these items when I saw them in the store and put them away for this special occasion. But, I'm not. So, I started to look a couple days ago and it seemed that all the stores were getting was funfetti cakes and lemon icing-hmmmm, this does not measure up. Third time's a charm, they say. In my third attempt at the Achumani market (known for a variety of good imports), I came across vanilla cake and chocolate buttercream frosting- close enough! I had also picked up an envelope of blueberry muffin mix a few weeks ago and find that it will make a perfect addition to my breakfast/dinner tonight. My favorite birthday dinner was always smoked sausage, mac n cheese, and blueberry muffins (healthy, right?). Well, at least I have the muffin part. I've been wondering who the lucky party was that would share in the cake extravaganza, as it would not be prudent to consume the whole thing myself, as much as I would like to. I've decided, upon much contemplation, that our Saturday small group will be the ones to celebrate with me. They always look forward to the snacks I make for group and it will be a good way to share in my special day, even if it is a day late.

Wednesday nights

I can't resist adding a ridiculously cute picture of Natalie.

Every other Wednesday night Scotty has a men's book study at 8pm. It's a nice excuse to relax and go to bed early. I will be going to bed extra-early tonight, as Natalie kept me on my toes late last night when I should have been visiting Mr. Sandman (does anyone else picture that scene from Back to the Future where "Mr. Sandman" is playing in the background?). Anyway, I love the quietness of Wednesday night. I love knowing my husband is meeting with other men who all want to challenge themselves to live more radically sold-out lives for Christ. I love that my baby has been in bed for an hour and a half and I had a relaxing dinner with my husband. I love that I just had a bowl of vanilla ice cream with chocolate ribbons. I love catching up on friends' blogs. I also usually spend some time before going to bed praying for friends- the sweet, Bolivian women and families in my life, missionary friends, others going through hard times. I am reminded again of how blessed my life is, how amazingly wonderful and adorable my baby is, how grateful I am that God has chosen to shower down goodness on my family. The beginning of my week is usually slow and gradually builds in intensity. This week is no exception. Tomorrow I must run several errands that will take up the majority of Natalie's "awake" time. Friday is my birthday, beginning with SIM team meeting and ending with a "Grease" themed birthday party. One of my good Bolivian friends is also having a scheduled C-section that day- the birth of Natalie's future husband. :) Saturday is Bible study and prep for Sunday. Sunday is church and then an all day church leadership lunch/hang-out time/prayer time at our pastor's house. So, tonight I rest. If I had a bathtub, you know where I'd be.

4 a.m.

Natalie: Waaaaa!

Me: Could this be the 16th time she's cried tonight? (obviously overexaggerating in my tired state)

Natalie: Waaaa!

Me: Scotty? Are you going to go?

Scotty: Should I bring her in here so we can question her?

Me: What?? (Did my husband just suggest that we interrogate our daughter?)

Scotty: Should I just put her paci in?

Me: (Wondering if I awoke him from a dream) Yes.

Thanks for all the encouragement after the last post. The week was full and challenging and I think I cried more when Natalie got her vaccinations than she did. But, God's grace is sufficient and either she is having a better week, or I am accepting that she is going through a more difficult time right now. I think she's teething, poor thing. We're gonna start cereal when we get back from our retreat this weekend, which I'm pretty excited about. Still trying to figure out how I can squeeze one more breastfeeding into the daytime so that maybe she won't need to get up at night. Not too worried about that, as I've found that pushing her to do something she's not ready for is more trouble than it's worth. I love my daughter.

thoughts

I find it hard to blog these days. Not because I have no time, but I can't seem to put two interesting thoughts together... However, I'm home alone tonight, with Scotty leading the men's Bible study and Natty sleeping away in her crib. It's dark and quiet, the cats are fed and happy, it's too early to go to bed (if there is such a thing as too early). I should start our next prayer letter, but I'm not feeling inspired. However, I just walked out of the computer room to make some tea and had this sense of longing to see my little girl. I didn't dare open the bedroom door cause it is poorly constructed and very hard to latch closed without making a considerable amount of noise. So, I just thought about her cute, little, round face and how I miss her smiles. She's had a few tough days= I've had a few tough days. Coming back from Cochabamba last week meant trying to get Natty back into a normal routine. She started waking up several times in the night, crying for us to put her paci back in...this sounds like a sleep association to me. So, I get the hairbrained idea that we should try to introduce new sleep associations (a "lovey", music, finger sucking, etc...) and maybe wean her from the paci at the same time. Well, our baby is still swaddled cause she wreaks all kinds of havoc when her arms are free and she seems to highly dislike the feeling of loose limbs. So, we've had a few full-blown melt-downs while Mom tries to implement these new ideas and a couple shortened naps for other reasons, leading to much crying. I gave our downstairs neighbor a ride into town today and he said, "You're little girl is quite a little cry baby, huh?". Well, no...she didn't used to be. Anyway, all this to say that I have been frustrated and sad that she is sad. Scotty prayed for joy tonight at dinner, that Christ would be our joy. Between my baby issues and his overly busy schedule, I think we are leaning toward the not-so-joyful side. It's easy to get distracted by life and forget the One who gives true life, and joy. These challenging circumstances should serve to bring us closer to our Lord, our Father who cares for us and knows our needs. And yet, I pick up Super Baby Food instead of the Bible, and don't move any closer to laying my burdens on Him. I told Scotty I'd start our prayer letter tonight, but I think I'm going to go have some coversation with my good God.