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Many ask- so what do you in Mexico Sarah? What is life like in Mexico? Well, after living in Mexico for 8 years now it has become very NORMAL. In fact, visiting the states is only when I begin to see how different life is.  So I decided to write about “a day in my life”. On average I am just a normal, every day mom and wife. Over these 8 years I have worn every “hat” possible to be worn- Women’s ministry director, bible study teacher, children’s ministry director, youth ministry assistant, worship ministry, designed and set up cafeteria, translator, nursery worker, and the list goes on and on. The pastor’s/missionary wife pretty much gets to do whatever job that NEEDS to get done. Now that the church has grown and there are plenty of servants and leaders- I am able for the first time “just” be a mom and a wife- and I love every minute of it.  In this season of my life I am enjoying every moment with my children, knowing this season is short. I am able to have my scheldule freed up to minister to women, mother’s and wives on a personal basis through counseling and phone calls.  During the week I homeschool my children, and am the personal taxi to soccer practices and gymnastic’s practices of the kids.

When I am not doing those things, we generally are doing the mundane and/or participating in church activities. For instance, this Saturday we woke early to go to the worship/guitar class at 8:00. Mike taught guitar to over 30 students, Grace and I being one of them. Then at 10:30 we rushed over to Daniel’s soccer game. Now of course, it is nothing like the “little league’s” of the states that one is use to. These games include kids from 6-11 years old, all on the same team. The field is a dirt, rock and weed field with run down nets. None of the kid’s jerseys are the same (some do not even have them). The ones that have the jerseys have beer advertisements on the back.  When the game is done all the parents have to chip in to pay the referree for coming.

After the soccer game we ran back to the church and met the american group serving at the church, only to find out their car windows were smashed in at night- but praise God their cars were not stolen.  From church we went to the local “flea market” or the “sobreruedas”. It is where the locals buy their vegetables and other goods, most of which are used goods imported from the united states. Grace is now use to everyone stairing at her and her blonde hair. As we walk the market, you can hear the whispers “mira, la nina- ay- su pelo!”, then, even though they do not know her, they like to come near and feel her hair.   It is always so entertaining to see their face when she begins to speak to them in Spanish.  As you wander up and down the streets of the market, you shew off the local street dogs that begin to follow.  Most are filled with mange, infections, and are often injured and limping.  As we meander the through the market it never fails that we see someone from the church. This time we bought the most delicious cheeses from our friend Miguel. He works the counter while