June 30, 2009
June 29, 2009
June 27, 2009
June 25, 2009
Well, as most know our youngest son Nate fell in a 60 foot well nearly two years ago here in Mozambique. Needless to say, it was a traumatic experience but also a miraculous process. In the end God did many miracles; saving his life from the initial fall, providing a pediatrician and surgeon that were qualified in Zimbabwe, making provision for housing and food in that country when things were extremely difficult, providing excellent health care in the USA when we did not have insurance and ultimately healing his bones that had not healed correctly. It has been a growing experience and I still am growing. You see at the center we are having a hand-dug well put in so we can have water for the garden.
The man digging it has been working away and currently it is at about 24 feet. Nate does not fear the well. It is not a foolishness on his part it really is a true sign of God's emotional healing. Honestly, my stomach still falls when I see him on the edge of a well looking in but I realize for his well-being although we must be careful which we diligently are I must step back and not let my own fears prevent him from displaying the healing and courage that God Himself has placed in Nate's heart. I'm in awe of my little man, who will turn 10 on July 7th and shortly after celebrate 2 years of recovery from the well experience. Today, with the help of another missionary next door I took the clothes that were on him the day he fell in that well which I had saved after the nurses had cut them off and made a pillow cover and a cool bag to give him for his birthday this year. Oh how we come full circle in life. Thank you Jesus.
It's been a difficult day. Heart wrenching and emotionally draining as I am concerned for our smallest orphan Rosa. Today we went out to the center like we normally do on Wednesday's to spend time there and for me to teach English to the older kids in the afternoon. Three of our little girls were there that haven't been coming for over a month now because they had to go with their father to their mashamba (garden/fields). These little girls ages 2, 5, 7 lost their mother from the birth of the youngest girl Rosa. Their father has tried his best to care for them but little Rosa is suffering. She is around the age of 2 (we believe) but literally is the size of a 3-6 month old. She is lethargic, has discolored hair, very little muscle or fat. As I held her I was aching inside because I know if we don't soon intervene and figure out a way to help her father feed her she will die from malnutrition. I experienced such a strange mix of emotions while holding her and praying for her. First and most strongly there is desperation, sadness, and even fear that we might lose her. There is longing for Godly wisdom. And a small bit of hope that we really can make a difference and that with God's help she may make it. I need wisdom from heaven. I need courage. I need hope. I do not know how to approach things. I want to take action immediately but I must be sensitive to cultural ways and come up with a solution that is feasible for her family. I feel as though I am racing the clock and may run out of time. Please Lord Jesus, help me. I am asking that you please pray for little
and for me as I try to help her.
June 24, 2009
So, one of the new challenges I have taken on at the center is to teach an English class to some of the older orphans. From 6th grade on they must take English in school and all of them truly struggle. They are given English worksheets to read and answer questions which they attempt to do but have no idea what the words on the page mean and no understanding of how to use the language in a conversation. I figured since English is one language I know and am fluent in unlike my abilities with Shona and Portuguese that I could help the kids in this area. We have class once a week, on Wednesday afternoons. Last week was the first week and really the kids did quite well and we all had a good time. I started with the basics of letters, numbers, colors and how to greet others and introduce themselves. And of course to reinforce all of those newly learned items we had to play UNO. It took them a little while to understand it but they enjoyed it. I am thankful that the Lord has made ways for me to contribute and feel useful as I continue to learn the language. The kids and I are actually in the same boat, both struggling to fully comprehend and use a new language.
June 23, 2009
So maybe your Father's Day won't be as eventful but I do hope it is fullof your family, the Lord's love and good friends.
This is Farofa. He is one of the orphans at our center. For some reason I am especially fond of Farofa. There could be many reasons; maybe his killer smile and cheerful attitude, maybe it's his clever sense of humor, or his mischivious grin, or because he has attached himself to our family whenever we are at the center. I don't know exactly what it is I just know that I am finding myself loving this little boy. How could I not. He's precious!
Yesterday Marc received a text message on his cell phone from the Tribunal Justice in town. That is equivalent to our court system. They requested his presence in court at 8:30 am this morning. At first when you get a message like this is a country like Mozambique you wonder and question what is going on. You never know what might be happening. You could be called and charged with something or it could be to do with something random. In our case it turns out he was called in order to watch the proceedings against two thieves that are supposedly the thieves that were involved in an armed robbery at our center back in March. Although we are impressed that they "have the guys" we will never truly know the full story. This is Mozambique after all where justice is far from democratic. So Marc dutifully went to court this morning as requested. He was prepared for it to take some time because things here just do. Good thing he was because he ended up sitting from 8:30-1:15 WAITING. Those in charge apologized that they had forgotten to have the thieves brought from the prison. Here once you are accused you are held in prison until you can prove that you are innocent not the other way around like in the USA. So the men in charge sent a note to the prison requesting that the thieves be brought to the court house but they still were not brought. SO court will wait for another day as it will be rescheduled. At the end of it all they told Marc he doesn't need to be there because the case is really with our staff member that was attacked. Some days are more productive than others and some things you just have to laugh about.