In Joy and Sorrow

This week has been interesting, to say the least.  We are suffering some culture shock, without a doubt.  The poverty here will challenge anyone's worldview.  I have shed some tears in utter disbelief of what I am seeing.  And there are plenty of things here that are just plain different than our own culture AND the culture of Costa Rica where we just spent a year.  Our children's adjustment is just as confused yet vital as ours and takes some time and care.  And then, I could make a laundry list of things have have been less than pleasant, the top of the list being our house being broken into again and all our Wii games stolen. (Yes, someone came over the razor-wire fencing and robbed us through the bars that protect all of the windows.)  Some definite sorrows in the mix this week.

There have been some joys, too.  The main one being we continued to search for a community in which to start a ministry and the Lord was faithful in helping us see clearly.  We still have some leg work to do to narrow it down but are thrilled that we are moving in that direction and closer to making a decision.

We don't have to look hard to see the blessings in all of it.  There is evidence of growth in our marriage through hard things and conversations as well as the fun and new adventures, too. The strengthening our faith is produced through the perseverance of the less than desirable circumstances. We are becoming versed in how to love our children better.  We are also learning how the Lord loves the poor and more of His perfect character. 

It's not hard to realize that we had such an easy life in the States and how I couldn't see that then.  I watch pictures flash by on my screen saver and know we had so much nice stuff, so much comfort, so much ease. Safety is relative but it seemed like we had that, too.  I know it was not in vain to give it up, not for loss.  I know we are here in His perfect time for His purpose.  I have more verses posted around the house as idiot reminders than I did before.  I have to because otherwise my sinful mind and heart forget and go back to the easy, the "safe," and the comfortable.  

God is indeed good.  He is my home. He is my fortress. He is my treasure.  I want to treasure Christ more than any Wii game, than any earthly possession, than any stability, than any certainty of my children's safety, than any ease that I sometimes crave.  This week, I am seeing and worn down by the fact that there is a cost. But that too is ok because Christ bought me with the greatest cost.  He suffered 
more than I am suffering for.  

Where People Go To Die

There was an article in the newspaper today about our local hospital.  Hospital Regional Atlántida serves our city of La Ceiba as well as the surrounding area for a total of approximately 1.2 million people.  The hospital conditions and resources are deplorable.  The locals refer to Hospital Regional Atlántida as "where people go to die."  The six operating rooms have been contaminated by dirt and water.  The hospital is void of medication including things as basic as acetaminophen.  Doctors are so tired of the conditions that starting Friday they are only attending to emergencies and patients previously admitted.  Selective surgery and outpatient procedures have been suspended indefinitely.

Please pray for our medical teammates that serve in clinics throughout the city (Nurse Erin, Doctor Roger, PA Renee).  Read about Clínica Árbol de a Vida, a medical clinic run by our teammates.

Please pray that action would be taken quickly to bring this hospital up to an acceptable level.

Prescription for acetaminophen because the hospital does not have any.

People in the waiting area.

Calendar Girl: A Tale of Cultural Differences

Exactly two weeks ago today, Monday, September 2, 2013, we were registering Jacob at his new school.  I had sat through a day of classes with him and concluded that this was the school that would fit our needs as well as Jacob's.

We got home and realized we didn't have a school calendar in the mix of papers and still had a couple of questions. No problem.  We'll ask tomorrow.  Here's how the riveting conversation went:

Michelle: "Ms. Sanchez, we didn't get a school calendar.  Do you have one or should I ask the office?"
Ms. Sanchez: Ummmm, you will need to talk to the Preschool Principal."
Michelle: "Perfect. Thanks. Have a great day!"

I kissed Jacob goodbye and walked across the schoolyard and popped my head into the principal's office:

Michelle: "Good morning!  I was just talking to Ms. Sanchez and she said I could get a school calendar from you."
Principal: "A school calendar?"
Michelle: "Yes. With the start and end dates of the school year, holidays, Christmas break...??"
Principal: "Well, the teachers have calendars.  They are the only ones who receive calendars."

Amidst my shock and horror, I convinced myself to breathe. No calendar. Spasms. In my quick thinking, I mustered up the next question:

Michelle: "But how will I know when there are days off?"
Principal: "Oh! Don't worry!  We'll send a note home letting you know!"

Note: I may have a physcological problem when it comes to calendars.  I might be a little OCD when it comes to organization and dates.  The first thing I did after I unpacked our bags was take this beautiful pristine whiteboard at the house and turn it into a calendar and a menu plan. When I met my husband, I would go into convulsions at the the suggestion of going and doing something without making plans first..."but it's not on the calendar." I might also be American. 

Sure enough, we received the following note from Jacob after school on Friday, September 13, 2013 stating there would be no school today, Monday, September 16, 2013 OR tomorrow, Tuesday, September 17, 2013.  Nevermind it's dated Thursday, September 12, 2013 which would have given me 4 days notice instead of three. Also nevermind that the information is one sentence/the second paragraph:

The moral of the story: I should probably chill out.  I will chant what they taught us in cross cultural training, "It's not weird, it's not wrong, it's just different."  This calendar thing is definitely different for me.  In Costa Rica, when you made plans they would add, "If the Lord allows," or "If God wants."  Another phrase was, "What if it rains?"  This always brought James 4 to mind, so I'll leave you with that:

James 4:13 Now listen, you who say, “Today or tomorrow we will go to this or that city, spend a year there, carry on business and make money.” 14 Why, you do not even know what will happen tomorrow. What is your life? You are a mist that appears for a little while and then vanishes. 15 Instead, you ought to say, “If it is the Lord’s will, we will live and do this or that.” 

Independence Day

Today, September 15 is Independence Day in Honduras.  To celebrate, Jacob's school held a cultural fair yesterday (Saturday).  Each class represented a different department (province) of the country.  We had a wonderful time learning about our new country, sampling foods from different regions, and meeting students and parents.

Asher & Jacob in traditional hats

Jacob in carnival mask in front of an exhibit

Honduran Flag

Exhibit of the Bay Islands

Exhibit of another Honduran department

Student in traditional dress

Typical food (fish, plantain chips, rice & beans, cabbage salad)

Garifuna musicians and dancers

Jacob with some classmates

We Found It

After a rigorous school search, we found a school on Friday that we thought fit our/Jacob's needs.  Jacob has spent the last year in a 100% Spanish speaking classroom (minus his 30 minute English class everyday).  He thrived and his teacher was even using him as a translator for new kids about half way through the year.  We knew we wanted Jacob to continue learning Spanish but we kept finding some bumps in the road with private schools here in La Ceiba, Honduras that are "100% English...even on the playground."  The staff at our favorite find gave me (Michelle) permission to sit in on class that we perceived Jacob would join.  That was today.  We are pleased that this school and class seem to be a good fit for Jacob.  He jumped right in this morning and is ready to go back tomorrow morning...decked out in his new uniform!  Enjoy the rest of the story in pictures: 

We did our best to match the PE uniform today which should have been navy blue sweats and a white shirt.  This is the only white shirt Jacob owns.  And brother doesn't know he's not going to school yet!

  PE uniform (yes, long sweatpants in the Honduran heat)                             Regular school uniform

 

My first ever overseas bank transaction. I paid for Jacob's schooling. And spoke real Spanish.

 

The bain of my existence today: Jacob's school supply list.  Let me tell you a little something about Latin American craft/school shopping: you buy things individually...like 8 googley eyes, 3 pipe cleaners in every color known to man, 4 sheets of cardstock in these 5 colors, 3 huge pencils, 4 white erasers, 2 boxes of paper cups.  Seriously, spent an hour and a half with one of the employees...because you don't get to shop for itemized lists like this by yourself! <insert loopy Michelle cackle here>

Adam organized all the important documents for the schools records.  And of course, you can't miss out on this awesome flyer of the school supply shop!

And MOM FAIL: Apparently Jacob had tarea (homework) and I found it in his backpack tonight as I was reloading it for tomorrow morning.