Chacos are flip-flops that don’t flop and sneakers that don’t “sneak.” The reason they are better than regular shoes is when you get themwet they take ten minutes to dry. Unlike regular shoes, which take about a day to dry.I got my Chacos for Christmas ( because we were in Costa Ric and had our Christmas on the 12th of December, so I’ve had mine for a while.)
The cool part about Chacos is that it has straps running through its sole. My mom looked up on YouTube how to adjust them to the right size and learned how to do it in five minutes. So if you don’t know how to adjust them go to YouTube. My dad has almost wore them the whole time he has been in Costa Rica and Panama. They are sturdy enough to hike up mountains and makes creeks easy to cross.
I’m giving Chacos a 9 1/2 out of a possible score of 10. I am taking a half point off, because they can be a bit tricky to get on, especially when you first wear them. So, whether you’re in the jungle searching for a village, or on the beach relaxing, Chacos are the best!
People have asked me what is different about the mission field, so in this blog, I’ll write about how getting a haircut is different. While in the United States, the cost is between 10 to 20 dollars per haircut. Here in Panama, I got a haircut for 4 dollars. Since haircuts in the U.S. are so expensive, my mom cut
our hair herself. When mom tries a new style of a haircut, my dad makes us go first so if the haircut goes wrong, my younger siblings and I walk around with a bad haircut. When we found $4.00 haircuts, my mom was excited, because she did not have to cut 5 heads of hair. Not only did it save money, it saved my mom three hours of time.
The barber shop in Chilibre, Panama, was painted bright orange, and was the size of my Nana’s closet. The barber first trimmed using an electric razor, then clipped with scissors. Finally, he used a straight-edge razor around our necks and ears. I remember a Calvin and Hobbs quote, “Don’t upset the guy with a Razor.” (Especially if you have no clue what the barber and my dad are talking about.) I did my best to hold still and not say anything that would put my ears at risk! My dad was with these barbers for half a day and was able to minister to them after building a relationship while the 5 Harryman boys got their hair cut. It was a new and different experience from back home, but it was fun.
The moral of this story: if you want cheaper haircuts, move to Panama. Bye
I haven’t been able to send out a blog lately because the base we’re at is in the middle of nowhere and there is no internet so we can’t call my cousins, grandparents, etc. So, by the time you hear my “tale of woe” I am somewhere that has internet. There is another outreach group here, and the base they trained at is huge: it has a full-time kitchen staff, a soccer field, and they don’t have to wash their own dishes.
So, at this base (in the middle of nowhere,) one of the girls was going to take a shower. She asked dad what shower he used, (as if the one we used is any different then the others) and my dad told her which one he used. Then, she asked,
“Are there bugs in it?”
There were bugs in all of them, but my dad looked in and said he didn’t see any bugs. However, five minutes later we heard a scream. While she was taking a shower, a bunch of bugs and a couple lizards found their way into her shower.
The reason that the bugs and lizards were in the shower was because the bugs are attracted to light and lizards eat bugs. Everyone is a little careful about taking a shower at night so they don´t have “visitors.”
She was so mad at my dad. After her shower, she told him,
“My shower DID have bugs in it! AND lizards!”
My dad laughed and explained that next time she should shower during the day instead of at night.
So, the spiritual lesson to be learned:
“Thou shalt not shower at night and it will go well with you.”
So, what I want to talk about today is Fathers. Everyone has one, whether they were raised by one or not, or like mine, is leader of the family. They are very important people in our lives. (I don’t mean to bash mothers or anything, but the title does say “Fathers”).
Did you know:
-85% of children who show behavior disorders come from fatherless homes? [Center for Disease Control]
-Fatherless boys and girls are: -twice as likely to drop out of high school;
-twice as likely to end up in jail;
-four times more likely to need help for emotional or behavior problems. [US D.H.H.S. news release, March 26, 1999]
We went on local outreach to a rehab (getting out of drugs and alcohol) center and some of the boys there gave their testimonies. Many of them talked about the fact that their fathers never helped raise them. One young man named “Jorge” said he never knew his dad. He talked about how much it hurt that he didn’t have a father who took him to the park, picked him up from school, or celebrated Christmas with him. Another guy’s mother broke up with three different men by the time he was fourteen. When he actually found his biological father, he described how he jumped up and down and screamed,
“YES, I HAVE A DAD!!!!” He was fourteen years old. He stayed with his newly-found dad for three months. One day he got a text message from his father saying,
“You have to find another place to live.” He went into a deep depression, and was about to get heavy into drugs, so his mom sent him to the rehab center.
I wonder how these guys’ lives could be different if they had Godly dads?
I’ve taken some time to talk about earthly fathers, but now I’m going to talk about our spiritual Father, God. The speaker for this week was a great man of God. Three times, God raised people from the dead through him. He said that when you’re little and your dad’s driving, you don’t sit in the back seat worrying. You don’t ask,
“Do you have enough gas?” or “Have you changed the oil?” or “How’s the transmission?”
Kids just enjoy the ride. They don’t ask,
“Are you sure you know where you’re going?” “Do you need me to help you find the way?”
They don’t ask those questions because they know “Pops” has got it under control. It’s the same thing with God. It’s hard sometimes, and we want to ask Him a bunch of questions. But, just like riding in the car on a trip with Dad, we need to trust God in EVERYTHING!
So, unlike every other American 12 year old, I did school-work on Thanksgiving. It’s probably been the most different Thanksgiving in all my 12 years of life. For the past 11 years, we’ve gone to our Grandparents’ house, eaten food all day, played games, and sometimes set up the Christmas tree.
Today, Mom spent 2 1/2 hours cooking food for 200 to 250 people. When Dad said that I had to do school I wasn’t the least bit thankful. But, I’ve gotten over it, and have changed my attitude. But, when I think about it there are people about a hundred yards from here that would be so thankful to do PACEs (my school books), even on a holiday. So, the next time you have to do homework on a holiday, put yourself in someone else’s shoes. Bye for now!
(I’m glad we’re celebrating Christmas on a Saturday. Hopefully, that means I won’t have to do school-work.)
“It won’t be much longer now!” said the nurse. It was a fairly sunny afternoon in late October, and the hospital was as crowded as usual. The patient was Kathryn Harryman and she was having a baby. As one of the nurses looked at her watch a cry rang out. Another missionary was born! William Isaac Harryman: 8 lbs. 5 oz, born at 2:40 p.m. on October 27, 2003. But there was one thing wrong with me, I had a cleft lip and palate.
For you who people that don’t know what that is, it is like a gap between the mouth and the nose. Around the 8th week of the pregnancy, my upper lip did not close and my palate did not close. Before, the doctors said that the cleft was all the way up to my eyeball. The doctors told my parents that right after I would be rushed to the NICU. But my mom is the most stubborn mom there is. She told the doctors, “My baby will not go to the NICU!” The doctors thought she was in denial and was a crazy. But when I was born I stayed with my mom and left 2 days later without going to NICU. EAT THAT, DOCTORS!!!
Three months later, I was in the hospital, but this time I was getting my lip fixed. I
know this much: we did not go to the doctors that wanted me to go to the NICU! But, the doctor that did my lip did a great job.
So far, we were a family of three. On the 12th of February, 2006, mom gave birth to another boy named Robert Jesse Harryman. This baby was perfect. Two years later, on the 15th of February, another boy named Luis John David Harryman was born. He was also free of a cleft. For a while we wanted to adopt a girl. At the beginning of the year of 2010 a friend of a friend said that she was going to have a baby, and her options were abortion or adoption. This mother came over with her 2 daughters and decided we were the perfect family for the little girl in her womb.
We moved into into another house in the country. On the 14th of October, Emma Faith Harryman was born. What was cool was that mom got to be in the room when Emma was born. 2 days later, we stood in front of the judge in the courthouse changing her name to Emma Faith Harryman.
Well, after Emma, we thought we were done. But, we had a surprise a few years later. That surprise was Ryan Joseph Harryman. He was Born May 8, 2014. This made our family complete! 18 months later, 7 missionaries were sent to the mission field.
Jeremia 1:5 a
“Before I formed you in the womb I knew you, before you were born, I set you apart.”
In addition to our group on base, another group was visiting. Altogether, there were 150 people on base, and it was extreme chaos. The group was here on October 27th, (my birthday), so, instead of having a party for our group and 120 strangers, we went to the churro stand to buy churros.
We got a little lost and I didn’t know the way this time (read: “Know Your Directions”). While we were trying to find it, we all talked about funny memories my parents and siblings have of me. We heard a lot of funny stories of when I was little. Finally, we made it to the churros stand.
For those of you who have never had one, churros are delicious! They are made from batter, put in a tube that looks like a syringe with a star-shaped tip. The “churros chefs” squeeze the batter out of the tube into a pot of boiling oil. The pot of boiling oil is sitting over an oven that has fire under it like a flamethrower pointed up. The batter cooks in the oil until it turns golden brown. Then they use tongs to lift the hot coils of batter out of the pot, and break it up into pieces, about six inches long. The best part is when they roll the hot pieces in cinnamon and sugar. Churros taste like a funnel cake dipped in sugar. YUM!
On Friday, we officially celebrated my birthday with an “angry bird piñata”, brownies and ice-cream. The day before, we made 120 brownies, so for the party on Friday we ended up sharing brownies with everyone on base, including two Homes of Hope teams that were staying here. My birthday was great. The only bad news I have to report is that I’ve been expecting a package for two weeks and it hasn’t gotten here yet. Other than that, I think that even though I didn’t have a birthday with all my friends I had fun. Bye for now!