Adventures in Missions trip to Antigua, Guatemala.
As we all snap a quick proud photo in front of the Convent that was closed after the great earthquake in 1976. I could only think about the builders of this huge structure, the architect of draw the 1st blue print, and the nuns who lived here over 50 years ago. So many lives were changed here and the history behind the wall.
This experiences left a great mark on my heart to live for the future and to build each brick of my life with the hope and faith that it would leave a generational mark that will last though out history. As I travel to different places across the world I often imagine the life of my shero Mother Teresa.
Baptized on August 27, 1910, in Skopje, Macedonia, Mother Teresa taught in India for 17 years before she experienced her 1946 “call within a call” to devote herself to caring for the sick and poor. Her order established a hospice; centers for the blind, aged, and disabled; and a leper colony. She was summoned to Rome in 1968, and in 1979 received the Nobel Peace Prize for her humanitarian work.
Catholic nun and missionary Mother Teresa was born circa August 26, 1910 (her date of birth is disputed), in Skopje, the current capital of the Republic of Macedonia. On August 27, 1910, a date frequently cited as her birthday, she was baptized as Agnes Gonxha Bojaxhiu. Mother Teresa’s parents, Nikola and Dranafile Bojaxhiu, were of Albanian descent; her father was an entrepreneur who worked as a construction contractor and a trader of medicines and other goods. The Bojaxhius were a devoutly Catholic family, and Nikola Bojaxhiu was deeply involved in the local church as well as in city politics as a vocal proponent of Albanian independence.
In 1919, when Mother Teresa was only 8 years old, her father suddenly fell ill and died. While the cause of his death remains unknown, many have speculated that political enemies poisoned him. In the aftermath of her father’s death, Mother Teresa became extraordinarily close to her mother, a pious and compassionate woman who instilled in her daughter a deep commitment to charity.
Although by no means wealthy, Drana Bojaxhiu extended an open invitation to the city’s destitute to dine with her family. “My child, never eat a single mouthful unless you are sharing it with others,” she counseled her daughter. When Mother Teresa asked who the people eating with them were, her mother uniformly responded, “Some of them are our relations, but all of them are our people.”
Mother Teresa attended a convent-run primary school and then a state-run secondary school. As a girl, Mother Teresa sang in the local Sacred Heart choir and was often asked to sing solos. The congregation made an annual pilgrimage to the chapel of the Madonna of Letnice atop Black Mountain in Skopje, and it was on one such trip at the age of 12 that Mother Teresa first felt a calling to a religious life. Six years later, in 1928, an 18-year-old Agnes Bojaxhiu decided to become a nun and set off for Ireland to join the Loreto Sisters of Dublin. It was there that she took the name Sister Mary Teresa after Saint Thérèse of Lisieux.
A year later, Mother Teresa traveled on to Darjeeling, India for the novitiate period; in May 1931, Mother Teresa made her First Profession of Vows. Afterward she was sent to Calcutta, where she was assigned to teach at Saint Mary’s High School for Girls, a school run by the Loreto Sisters and dedicated to teaching girls from the city’s poorest Bengali families. Mother Teresa learned to speak both Bengali and Hindi fluently as she taught geography and history and dedicated herself to alleviating the girls’ poverty through education.
On May 24, 1937, she took her Final Profession of Vows to a life of poverty, chastity and obedience. As was the custom for Loreto nuns, she took on the title of “mother” upon making her final vows and thus became known as Mother Teresa. Mother Teresa continued to teach at Saint Mary’s, and in 1944 she became the school’s principal. Through her kindness, generosity and unfailing commitment to her students’ education, she sought to lead them to a life of devotion to Christ. “Give me the strength to be ever the light of their lives, so that I may lead them at last to you,” she wrote in prayer.
If anyone ask me where I Kellie headed, My only reply ” In the footsteps of Jesus. And who on earth life’s holds my greatest inspiration, my reply “Mother Teresa”.
On May 18th,2015
Hosted by Mia Wright, 3 time ovarian cancer survival.
I shared on the subject of surviving cancer with a parent. My dad was diagnosed with bone cancer some years back. The side effects to caring for a parent can take a serious amount of energy from you, not to mention constant faith and prayer. Each day is a miracle as you watch your parent fight such a terrible disease. Only by the grace of God he was healed. I am bringing awareness to bone cancer and the fact that we can live well and be happy even when face with such obstacles. Yes! We-Can-Cer-Vive
So excited to share with the ladies last weekend on “The How To” after you receive your vision. Hosted by Lakia Gilmore. I briefly share about my personal business journey, some of the things that I went through in order to live as a business owner.
Often times, we have know what we want to do, but many are clueless on how to get there. Here are a few steps
1. Have a clear and detailed vision board.
2. Research each detail of your vision.
3. Contact all available resources in your area.
(vendors, friends, family, suppliers,etc.)
4. Save up money to invest or apply for business loan.
5. Attend a few networking events in your city.
6. Find a mentor and support group.
7. Practice, practice, and practice. Register to advance training.
8. Repeat all the steps as often-as needed.
I’m now feeling home sick and kinda ready to go home. I am truly missing my hubby and children, and just ready to pack up and head home. Oh wait.. I still have 4 more days on this mission sooo I have to remember why I’m here and that I’ll see them very soon…
Back to street ministry.
There are so many people in Guatemala that are poor and hungry. They beg for you to buy from them. Often times they will literally stand at your table while you are eating waiting for you buy something. They rely on the tourist and missionaries for a source of income.
The luxury we take for granted theycan only dream about.
The night before we spent preparing ziploc bags filled with toiletries and gifts, got into groups and prepared lessons for the children in the orphanage and had devotion time with the other missionaries.
Getting up early for the third day in a row, we got ready and were in route to teach the days of the week to 2nd graders in the Orphanage. Many of them are happy to see new visitors, yet some were very reluctant to speak. In missions we believe that we should meet their needs(food,water)before we approach them with anything about our mission.
There’s a church in the rural town of Guatemala where many of the people live off the remains of the landfill. You can see little kids digging through the trash, searching for food and items to sell.
Many of the house are made from recycled materials and have limited power if any. Some have cars, yet many on horses. The village was built on a cliff, so in order for our group to travel we had to do so by foot.
We are still doing home visit in the villages along with a local pastor. Many of the villages had soldiers with shotguns and semiautomatic weapons.
I accidentally left my water at the orphanage. At this point the sand and dust is so strong that I had to borrow water from other missionaries. As it gets later and later, the more the wind and dust begin to almost choke me dry, and the smell of garbage is starting to make met want to vomit. Yet, God is working on my heart. I never thought I would experience the sacrifice of not having enough water to drink. This experience is truly humbling. Never anything for granted. Often times we start drinking a bottle of water, drink a little and then just throw it away. With the luxury of living in a rich country such as The United States, it’s easy to take things for granted
After seeing the tears in the mother’s eyes who hasn’t worked in weeks with no food and limited electricity smile with tears when given a bag of food from the missionaries, I am nothing less than humbled and grateful. One of the things she said that touched my heart was “I know the Lord would make a way”…. tears!!!
Yes God has made a way…