I think that in many ways we have become very comfortable in our current context. We still have tons to learn, and years to go in mastering this language, but overall we really do feel at home. However, there are definitely days where we feel like we are back at square one all over again. It’s a funny feeling to be caught off-guard when you feel like you know what to expect, but then you have a whole new experience altogether. This was our experience when visiting a family the other day.
We have had the opportunity to get to know a mother and her daughter through a connection we have in the states. These two women have been such a blessing to us in serving us generously through their hospitality. They are not a family of great means, yet they go out of their way to make sure we have a nice meal, clean water and a comfortable experience with them. We have become fairly comfortable with these two, having even spent time with and gotten to know some of their extended family. So, the other day when we went to visit them and bring them some pictures of family they have in the U.S. we felt fairly confident in what to expect.
In many ways the visit was absolutely normal: conversation, tea, a meal and a deepening of our relationship. All of this happened. However, here are the things that caught us by surprise. First, generally a visit with a meal is, on average, about 3 hours long. This day was an unexpected 5 hours, and probably would have been at least another hour if we had not insisted on going. Also, we had apparently obligated them to serve us a meal. The background on this was that we had tried to visit them the week before, calling the day of so that they would not feel like they had to feed us. However, they weren’t at home that day and asked us to come visit them the following Friday. We still didn’t want them to trouble themselves with cooking for us, so that following Friday we called them just before we hoped to go over and visit. We were afraid, though, that since they had had a week knowing we would be coming that they would insist we come for a meal. When Scott called over, sure enough, they asked us if Yaprax was okay (a meal made with grape leaves wrapped around a rice mixture). We agreed, although we felt bad, but this is the way it goes sometimes.
When we arrived they hadn’t hardly even started the meal, and this is a fairly time intensive dish. In addition, the mother kept telling us how much work it was and how her back and legs hurt because of it. Now, even when you are troubled by something, people do not tell their guests how much work something is. At first we thought maybe this was a good thing that she felt comfortable telling us that we had troubled her. However, as time went on we realized that we had just simply put her out. We felt awful, but even now don’t know exactly how we could have avoided it. This was also what made the visit so long because even though we had come around 11am we didn’t eat until 2! The boys were getting a little antsy over the time and I wasn’t feeling very well that day. At one point the mom came over and started to rub my back and shoulders because I wasn’t feeling well, which was really sweet, but I felt even worse about putting her out. Because the general order and time frame for the visit was off, we felt off kilter the entire time. We did finally make our escape at the end and chalked the whole thing up to a learning experience.
The people here give so much in serving others and making their guests feel welcome and special. I think because we are foreigners they sometimes give even more, even though its done sacrificially. Its often times humbling to be given so much. People are always giving Zeke toys and gifts, and bringing us food and treats. These are such a beautiful people we live among. It is a strong reminder to us that we are called to live generously, and give of the many blessings that we have received. This is not always easy, but we start each day new and try to do better in loving others and honoring God in everything we do.




















