We decided Chuys (for those
non-Texans, a fantastically hip and tasty Tex-Mex joint) should
have the place of honor as our first restaurant to visit upon
hitting American soil again. We had dreamt of the chips, the
salsa bar embedded into the front of a 1950 Chevy, and the queso. What we totally forgot about was the
efficiency with which things occur here. We sat down and were
immediate attacked by the waiter. In rapid fire English, he
spews, "Hey-how-are-you-guys-what-wouldyaliketodrink" all
in one breath before my butt cheeks could push the air out of my
seat cushion. I was dumbfounded. I'm sure he thought I
was a bit slow. Jeanie, I am reminded of your purple overalls
airplane story. But hey, you got some really sweet attention
and a nice glass of milk and cookies if I remember correctly.
In Guatemala, it would be at least
five minutes before we would see anyone and all they might do at that
point is say, "Hola. Buenas tardes."
Interesting, this desire to serve with such tenacity and
velocity. The meal was great and our family - Ker and
kids, with friends, Miranda, Chelle and Matt, with a surprise
appearance from Joel, all graciously ate what was likely for them
lunch #2, without a second thought. Very generous, don't you
think? I know it was a chore.
After settling in at Miranda's
you'd think we might've felt back at home because our bed has been
stored there in her spare room, but not really. Not because we
don't love Miranda and Jeff and the girls but it's so different
here! Then, we
went to see the dogs again, Dexter and Bailey, and those ingrates
didn't even seem to recognize us or care that we were home.
Whatever. I'm not hurt. I can take it. Maybe it's just a small preview of years from now
when our teenagers will be the same way. So our dogs didn't
remember us and now we're back spending quetzales like we got
'em, and feeling like sell-outs just for living in our own
society. I have yet to figure out how to fix this and maybe I
really don't want to, but either way, it makes life harder.
We are looking forward to getting
home from our tour because we have big news for everyone! God
provides! He's sometimes quietly planning your life without
you know and then one day BAM! you are included in the meeting about
your life. I think I have to start at the beginning with this
SCENE: We are still in
Guatemala. It is the Monday the week before we are to
leave. We are having another despedida (goodbye party)
at the Insituto where Scott worked all year. I am outside, the
sun is shining, my corte is sliding down off of my hips
because I didn't tie my faja tight enough,
it's about 10am and Herman, our Guatemalan compadre, is asking me about our plans.
Where will you live when you get
back home? In your house? With family? I reply, "No. We're going to live with
Herman: What about jobs? Do you have jobs?
Gabby: Well, we don't have those
Herman: Where will you live?
Gabby: We WANT to live in Austin,
but we are really listening for where God is calling us to be.
We hope he wants us to be in Austin, cuz that's where we want to be,
but we'll just have to see.
Herman: God will show you.
SKIP AHEAD ONE HOUR. Herman
has invited us to his home (an honor and also a Guatemalan custom,
or so it seems with the Guatemalans we know) in Totonicapan (TOE TOE neek a
He is one of the only friends we know that owns his own car and is
driving us to his house in a nearby town. We are driving up
this steep dirt road with a wall of dirt on one side and a sharp
drop-off on the other. It is only big enough for one
car. Birds are singing, the sky is
bright blue with a few puffy clouds and the sun is shining brightly
through his sticker tinted windows. My face is getting
sunburned through the glass and my hair is all over the place
because the windows are down. It's a beautiful day. My cell phone rings.
She is calling to tell me that a friend of ours, Lisa, is moving overseas with Dell and needs
someone to live in her house for two years -- FOR FREE -- and wants to know if we might
be interested!!! I am NOT even KIDDING! Can you believe
it! She lives in Round Rock somewhere. I say of course,
and Chell says she will let Lisa know and she'll call me.
We get Lisa's call about an hour
later during our despedida lunch. We almost
pee our pants in all the excitement but since we aren't sure if it
will really happen yet (even the faithful have doubts) so we try to
remain calm and decide not to say anything for now.
FAST FORWARD 2 WEEKS. We are home
and get in touch with Lisa. We are going to her house to meet
her and her husband, Doug. We all agree it's a good idea and we got
the keys before we left Austin.
I guess God is giving us a kick in
the pants to make this ministry a reality so we're in Nashville now,
and will be going to Louisville this weekend for our second
appearance. We couldn't be more blessed. Thanks to all
of you for your love and prayers.
PS. Got my hair cut too!
Check out my before and after shots!