The last couple of days have been marvelously beautiful here in South Texas. I made note that yesterday is what Christine calls her favorite sort of day. It was warm and not at all humid, with a light breeze… and only after the sun turned in for the night, did I think that I might need a light sweater. Gorgeous. I am glad that I was able to notice it.
I spent the weekend in Mexico with the Christian Medical & Dental Association, where they set up free medical and dental clinics, as a translator. I don’t know how well I actually translated, but it was quite clear to me for the first time in a long time just how some things transcend language and speech. Music is one of those things, as is the laughing of children and the smile of a new mother when a doctor tells her that her baby is doing well.
As my name amazingly became, “Gringa! Gringa! ¡Más burbujas por favor!” I thought about just how big the Church seemed at that moment. Here we were… a bunch of twenty-somethings in a foreign land, serving the medical and dental needs of people who desperately needed the help, and all I could think of was how immensely I was being served by the smiles and laughs and kidding around of children. My heart swelled with joy that I don’t know I’ve ever felt before. This was different than any other mission trip I’d ever been on, and I’m not sure why.
Here are some of my favorite photos from the weekend. To view them all, you can visit my flickr site.





(He’s checking the doctor’s ear!)






