On
our second day, it was back to making the earth move, one shovelful at a time!
However, we had an extra project tacked onto the job . . . mixing and pouring
concrete to shore up a retaining wall. Our manly men handled this task
expertly, although with some aches and pains left over from the day before.
Most of us aren’t used to heavy duty manual labor, so we were bound to be a
little sore and tired the following day.
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| Some tough chicas! |
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| Todd, master mixologist |
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| People & concrete . . . both need lots of agua! |
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| Time to pour! |
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| Double-checking the job |
As
we worked, we listened to music on portable speakers, which gave our mood a
boost. In fact, our teens dug deep and even found some energy to do a little
spontaneous dancing. The adults . . . not so much! We were content to rest in
the shade and watch from the sidelines. J
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| Busting a move |
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| Getting down |
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| A break in the shade |
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| Brooke, dirt diva! |
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| Michigan made an appearance today |
Next,
we headed back to El Tablon for another afternoon of prayer walking with local
church members. As part of visiting homes, we prepared gift bags for the
residents. The contents included a large bag of rice and a variety of hygiene
items such as shampoo, bars of soap, toothbrushes, toothpaste, etc. A big
shout-out and thank-you to those back home who donated these items. We couldn’t
have blessed them this way without your help and generosity!
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| Our chariot's interior |
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| Fruit from a pick-up truck |
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| Fruit directly from a tree |
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| Ready for action |
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| Inside the church in El Tablon |
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| Divvying up the gift bags |
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| Ready to serve |
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| A typical home in the DR |
After
we returned to the church, we were treated to an impromptu concert by some of
the musicians from the congregation. It’s impossible to really describe how
amazing it sounded, but a few words that come to mind are . . . high energy, up
tempo, infectious, fast paced, and uplifting. The style of the music was similar
to Creole with a dash of merengue thrown in. There was absolutely no way you
could sit still while they played. You had to get up, clap your hands, and participate
along with them. If anybody on the planet knows the joy of the Lord, they do!
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| Jam session |
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| Can't get enough of this sky . . . muy bonita! |
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