Hurricane Sandy left us a couple of presents today – a power outage and an almost flooded house. Instead of completing the 50-million-bajillion tasks we were hoping to accomplish, Scott (and Kurt and Jason and Josh) spent the afternoon getting all of our furniture, electric wires, and whatnot off the floors.
Talk about a close call. We were up to our shins in water in the carport and had centimeters to spare before water entered the house. I took the boys over to the Hilgeman’s fourth floor apartment while the guys sawed up some boards to put in our doorways. And then it stopped raining. A little anti-climactic after all the hard work, but thankful that nothing crazy happened! We spent the rest of the day mopping and cleaning and reorganizing the house.
Our carport and “front yard” underwaterEnd of our streetSan Pedro after Hurricane Sandy’s rain
Noah doesn’t have a room to sleep in since his ceiling is leaking. Seriously leaking. We have no hot water and no washer/dryer since our breaker box exploded last night – half of the rooms don’t have electricity. The growing pile of laundry, the giant stack of dishes, and the haphazardly-placed furniture in the middle of the floor will probably just have to stay until tomorrow.
In spite of the crazy day, we’re blessed. Neighbors across the street were bailing water out of their house all day. I’m so very thankful for my beautiful family and helpful missionary friends and kind neighbors.
Here we are. Experiencing our first autumn in our new home. It’s hard to think about fall without apple cider and pumpkin carvings and laughter with extended family.
We’ve exchanged the rich hues of autumn leaves for miles of sugar cane. We’ve replaced cooler temperatures for muggy weather and power outages. We’ve traded time with friends for conversations with neighbors who don’t always understand our American way of life.
While there is nothing quite as exciting and satisfying as living where God has called us, we still miss the people and relationships (and even the changing of the seasons) that we’ve left behind. But one thing that has eased this transition for us has been the kids.
The precious kids. We have loved getting to know the little boys and girls in our pre-school along with their families who live in the four bateyes we are currently working in.
Case in point – Reina Belle. When Ang first met her, Reina Belle could only be described as “feisty” and “strong-willed”. She was openly defiant when asked to do something. After some tough love and a few times in the Silla de Desobediencia (time-out chair), there has already been an amazing change in her attitude. Every morning, she climbs up on the truck with a big, ornery smile to find “her” seat near the truck cab where the wind whips around in her face. When Angela or Katie kneel down to talk to her, she generously lavishes them with kisses or tickles. She raises her hand often to be called on as the ayudante in class. Reina Belle loves to have help writing her name at the top of papers. She does not want us to write her name for her – instead she makes Ang wrap a big hand around her little one, guiding her pencil as they say each letter together. While she is still the “feisty” Reina Belle, we have come to love the “smart” and “fun-loving” and “teachable” parts of Reina Belle too!
Then there is adorable Yohan. This three-year-old’s squishy, dimpled smile is completely contagious. His laughter can be heard across the truck as we travel to Lima for fun-filled days of learning – sounds that are far cries from his first week of school. At the beginning of the year, Josh spent a good deal of time outside the classroom with Yohan as he struggled to “learn the ropes” of Toni’s class. Now he is mastering his reds and blues and 123’s, all from some teachers who understand the life-change a quality education can bring. Even more importantly, he’s already learning about the God who created his beautiful little smile and infectious laugh. It is exciting to think about the opportunities Yohan could have after twelve (plus) years in our school.
Chiquito is another new four-year-old who is still getting used to the classroom setting. While he is slowly coming out of his shell, he doesn’t smile often or raise his hand to be called on. One day when Angela asked for an ayudante, she decided to look past the sea of waving hands and picked Chiquito to be her helper. There are no words to describe the joy that filled Chiquito’s countenance as he realized it was “his turn”. A giant, sheepish smile enveloped his entire face as he slowly walked to the front of the room. (Ironically, he missed the answer to the question because he was so excited to be the ayudante.) Now, he yearns for his teachers’ approval on his worksheets as he practices his letters and numbers. What a difference a bit of love and recognition brings into the life of a boy like Chiquito!
There are more stories, more kids, and more families. And here we are on this tiny tropical island, overlapping a bit of our lives with theirs.
It is absolutely breathtaking to watch the seasons slowly change from one to another, and we miss seeing those transformations take place. But we are relishing in the fact that God is gently changing little lives from the inside-out. We love seeing these miracles in action!
P.S. The three children above (as well as several others) are not yet sponsored financially. With a $50 monthly gift, the lives of these boys and girls can continue to be changed!
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