We have been in the Dominican Republic for a year!  That is a big deal.  Now because nothing about our (missionary) lives has been simple or according to plan, it has not been a consecutive twelve months.  But as a family, we have lived here, in our Dominican Republic house, for twelve months all the same.  So we decided to celebrate – even if we don’t have the one-year Facebook timehop to commemorate this special day.

We celebrated the best way we know how:  discovering a new adventure on this island we call home.  We also got to experience this adventure with great friends.  So we took a boat and went to see the whales.  Samana is known for being near the breeding waters of humpback whales in the winter months.  Samana is also one of the most beautiful spots on the island.  Whale-watching  was everything we had hoped it would be and so much more.  We spotted five different humpback whales, listened to a male singing, and learned so much from our knowledgeable crew.   We enjoyed a great day with some of our favorite friends.

After living here for twelve months, I would like to reflect on what mission life in the Dominican Republic has turned out to be for our family–how it has lived up to my expectations and how it has differed from my expectations.

So after twelve months I have concluded:

Not having a dishwasher  –  not that big of a deal

Not having a dryer  –  not that big of a deal

Not having a microwave  –  not that big of a deal

Having to put your toilet paper in the trash  –  still a big deal

Biggest surprise:  I thought for sure by now one of us would have come down with dengue.  That has not happened.  While among the four of us we have sported hundreds and maybe even thousands of bites, none of them has brought on anything more than bothersome itching.  No tropical diseases as of yet.

Most expected challenge:  I anticipated learning Spanish to be hard, but I had no idea how hard it truly is to learn a new language.  I feel like I was doing ok before I was sent back to the states, but then I lost most of what I did learn. Then I experienced the trauma of losing a baby, and ultimately, my brain broke.  I have no better way to describe it, but there are a lot of things I am relearning in English, and while I want to be able to speak Spanish, my brain just isn’t at the point where I can start tackling that challenge again.  Blake, however, can communicate quite well for us.  Even he says he would like to dedicate more time to continue to study the language.  This is one area all four of us could still use your prayers.

Most unexpected challenge:  driving – I never anticipated the anxiety I would have at the thought of driving down here.  I have driven within the neighborhood and if there was an emergency, I could get us to the hospital or the airport or the grocery store.  But the cultural differences in driving were far greater than I anticipated.  I have not mastered the day-to-day driving.  I simply wait until Blake is available to drive us to the store or wherever else we need to go.  Maybe this is something I will conquer in the future, but for the time being, I have released myself from the pressure to drive.

Biggest perk of our new location:  the beach.   We live about an hour away from the beach.  We try to get away once a month and enjoy the beauty God has placed near us.  We have experienced beautiful beach sunsets, great sand play, wonderful beach food, and relaxing times with friends.  This mountain girl is now singing a different tune when it comes to living near the beach.

Biggest perk of mission life:  this is a family job.  Yes, Blake is the one officially working, but we are all missionaries.  We have learned, this last year especially, that it takes all four of us to be successful down here.  This mission life only works if all four of us are committed and present in this mission life.  With this being a family job, our family is also included in mission responsibilities and activities.  What an honor and privilege to serve God and the church here in the mission field.  This also means we get a whole lot more of Blake in our daily lives than we ever used to in the states.  That is a huge perk of mission life.

Scariest moment:  We recently took our oldest daughter to the hospital because she had been throwing up for over 24 hours and became severely dehydrated.  She was eventually admitted to the hospital to run extra tests and replenish her fluids.  While the conditions of the hospital and the friendliness of the staff exceeded our expectations, the experience itself was still terrifying.  An overnight hospital stay with your child would be scary even in your hometown and in your native language.  Navigating those cultural differences and language challenges only multiplies a  parent’s concerns and anxieties.  It took quite a few days for our family to process and recover from the stress of that experience.

Favorite memory:  The first couple weeks we were here in the country, Blake and I slept on an air mattress.  We did not have air conditioning, and it was in the middle of August – the hottest and most humid month of the year.  We did not have a TV or internet.  We were still living out of many, many suitcases.  We didn’t even have chairs so when we wanted to sit, we sat on the hard, tile floor.  I remember vividly being scared to sleep, imagining all the creepy crawly things that would climb through our open windows (which did not have screens) and right onto my toes that inevitably hung off the end of the air mattress.  I also remember…they never came.  The best part of that first two weeks:  we had nothing to do when we put the girls to bed.  We either talked or we played cards–because we found the deck of cards and the cribbage board even if we hadn’t found the silverware yet.  As difficult as those first two weeks were, we experienced them together, as a couple and as a family, and we are stronger for it.

 

Funniest moment:  The Caribbean is hot and humid.  We had some very cool 80-degree weather in December and January, but every other month of the year we feel as if we are melting.  So pretty much every day you will find me in a tank top or sleeveless shirt.  This is also the attire of most women you find in the neighborhood or the stores.  Well, this past year I learned while it is quite common to see women wearing tank tops, it is considered inappropriate for official business.  Unfortunately, I learned this when I was trying to get my picture taken to get my Dominican residence card.  I was wearing a tank top blouse.  They would not take my picture unless I put on a more appropriate shirt.  So thankfully for me, Blake keeps a spare shirt in the car.  Too bad it was his orange whiffle-ball shirt.  But hey, I got to take my picture, and I have a Dominican residence card. The icing on the cake of this great story is my sweet husband instagrammed the moment.  If I can’t laugh at days like this, I wouldn’t be able to survive mission life.   

Biggest annoyance:  The bugs.  While the creepy crawly creatures haven’t found their way onto my toes while I am sleeping (Praise the Lord!), they have been able to drive me crazy.  Many missionaries here keep food like chips, cereal, uncooked pasta, flour, oreos, and much more in their fridge because the ants and other tiny insects find their way into sealed packages.  The ants also like to hang out in your house even if you don’t have food laying around.  For some reason the ants hang out in my laptop.  Many times my girls have heard me scream in frustration when the ants climb through my keyboard.  This has brought them much amusement and entertainment.  We often deal with slugs across the floor and the lovely trail they leave behind. If the bugs aren’t going after your food or in your bed, you usually just let them be.  There just isn’t a way to completely rid your house of all the bugs.

What I have gained:  I have gained a new perspective.  It is invaluable, and I am grateful for this new perspective.   I have dubbed myself the queen of trivial complaints.  I complain and sometimes even whine about the tiniest, most insignificant problems that bother me.  I complain about the ants, losing power, the humidity, the dirt, and the list goes on.   This is not a new title for me.  In my former life, I used to complain about my Starbucks drink not being correct, my take-out order not being perfect, wanting a pedicure, and not wanting to load my dishes in the dishwasher…  ALL complaints from former me and current me are equally trivial.  The difference is that now I understand the insignificance of these trivial complaints.  The truth is: I have a lot to be thankful for in this life.  I have many luxuries that I still take for granted, but even more importantly, I live each day by the grace of God.  This I understand on a whole new level down here.  Every time I catch myself complaining now, I also remember to thank God for the many gifts I have in my life.

What I have lost:  What I have lost:  I lost friendships.  This one hurts.  People warned me it would happen.  It stung when I heard the warnings, perhaps because I knew it would be true.  It isn’t really anyone’s fault either.  It is hard to keep a friendship when you are miles and oceans apart.  It takes time, and it takes effort.  Life is busy – especially the lives of moms.  So I get it.  I get that writing takes time that most of my friends do not have because I often don’t have the time either. While I miss so many friendships that used to be more present in my life, this also makes me appreciate the friends (so much more than I could ever express) who do find the time to write and send me care packages.  I am beyond thankful for the friendships that have survived this transition into mission life.

What do I miss: I miss the things you probably wouldn’t think about.  I miss watching the news in English.  I miss going to Target.  I miss the convenience of everything.  It is hard to explain but life just takes longer and more effort here in the DR.  I miss worshipping in English on Sundays.  I miss feeling like I belong.  I miss playgrounds and libraries.  I miss Starbucks and In-and-Out burgers.  I miss the hugs from the family and friends. Being able to talk over Facetime is great, but there isn’t technology available to replace the hugs.

What am I most thankful for about this missionary life:  I am thankful we serve on the regional team and live among other missionary families.  We get to see missionaries before they deploy to their fields and form friendships with all of them (I won’t mention the hard goodbyes).  We get to do missionary life with other families, and I know this is not the case for all missionary families in the field. I am very thankful for the missionary friends I have within my neighborhood.

I am also beyond thankful each time we get to personally witness God at work here in the Dominican Republic.  Every confirmation, baptism, and new member attending a church service is the amazing work of God.  Witnessing the work of the Holy Spirit in the Dominican Republic and across the region is nothing short of a beautiful gift.

Above all, I am thankful that God chose us.  He chose us for this missionary life.  Even though we are terrible at it so much of the time,  God chose to use us to do His work: sharing with others the beautiful and unfailing love that He has for each of us–a love that runs so deep that God sacrificed His Son so that we might have eternal life with Him.  Not because we are worthy but because He is good.  “This is not of our own doing so that no one may boast…” Ephesians 2:9  And He has chosen us to share this good news alongside so many brilliant men and women.  We have learned so much.  We have gained so much.  We are so thankful that we have survived the past twelve months and that God has given us this incredible life.