Tuesday was a full serve day and I was assigned to the same house I was at yesterday. The entire day had something to do with maul. Shoveling it, spreading it, sifting it, mixing it, spreading it and flinging it. Such hard and dirty work. I looked over and Thomas, a Jamaican worker, had nearly completed the entire wall and my half corner wasn't even up to my waist! By noon, another worker asked me to help him and I tried my hardest to be the best helper. These guys never stopped. My stomach was growling, I had sweat in my eyes, I was so thirsty but I did not want to let them down. Thomas and the other Jamaicans started laughing and said I was a hard worker and would not be fired today! I have maul skills.
The most most impactful realisation thus far is the Jamaican women thinking Olivia is my sister. Of course I accept the compliment but I look into their 40 year old eyes and I can tell they have lived a much harder, rougher life than I can ever imagine. I have had my share of bumps but I always had indoor plumbing, transportation, and the knowledge that Jesus would never leave me or forsake me.
Kerri
1 Peter 3:3-4
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