I’m sorry that I have not kept better updates. So much has happened since my last post, not really sure where to start. Well, here’s some exciting news to tell, last week two of the girls from Morning Star Children’s home were able to leave with their families. Claudia was blessed with a great couple from Italy who, after spending a week here in Peru with her, were able to take begin their trip to her new home in Italy on Monday. I was blessed with an opportunity to speak and pray with her before her parents came to take her home. It was a special moment that I am very grateful to have gotten as well as the opportunity to have gotten to know her during my time here. Please be in prayer for this family as they adjust to living with each other and grow in their love for each other. Rita is another girl that through a series of events ended up at the children’s home but the court approval came through and her parents (who live in the mountains and had sent her down to Ferrenafe to receive an education) walked the four day journey down the mountain (this is the only mode of transportation for getting down the mountain they live in) to pick up their little girl. An exciting part of her story as well is that during her time here she professed to know Christ as her Savior and wanted to be baptized. Thankfully she was baptized on Sunday because she was reunited with her parents on Tuesday as they embarked on the four day journey back up the mountain. Please pray for Rita as she returns to her life in the mountains, that the transition would be smooth and that she would be a shining light in her community.
So I was talking to someone the other day and I said something about my day to them and they found it interesting, even though it was something I now think of as ‘normal.’ So I am trying to look at Peru with new eyes once again in order to give a better view of life here. So here are just some random thoughts: 1) Sidewalks. Peruvian sidewalks are a disaster waiting to happen for clutzy people. They are uneven with random holes perfect for falling into. No joke, I have seen more of Peru while looking down than I have of it looking up. Without fail every time I look back to talk to someone, I end up tripping over something. 2) Dogs. On the fifteen minute walk to the compound there are about 100 dogs that loiter the streets (ok so maybe that number is a little high but it sure feels like it sometimes). Usually they keep to themselves but once in a while they get a little feisty. I have had many of them run after me barking and growling (thankfully they are scared of getting hit by rocks since that is what everyone does to them when they attack. So usually all you have to do is bend down like you are picking up a rock and they back off. However, I have been in situations with a dog nipping at my heels when all I had in my hand was a coffee mug, he got the message. And so far my ankles are still intact). 3) Blue eyes. Never in my life have I been complimented so much on my eyes. People will just stare at them and say how much they like them. My favorite was when this cute little three year old boy I was sitting next to (during a service at my friend’s church) leaned over his grandma to ask me what my name was and tell me that he thought my eyes were beautiful.
And of course I love my kids at the school! Still not convinced that teaching is my calling (though it is for this particular time in my life) but I love just getting to love on the kids. My favorite part of the day with my three year olds is right after their Spanish class when I am sitting down (one of my only chances to do so during the day) and everyday Jhon will start a hug dog pile that ends with all twenty-two of them joining in. They just want someone to love them and spend time with them and I am privileged to be that person. My other favorite part of the day is after school and classes when I can just talk with my third graders and the other kids at the school. Some of them “walk us home” since their houses are on the way to where to I live. It starts as a big group from the school and then dwindles down as they each get to the street where they live. They talk and talk, even though they know that I don’t understand half of what they say, they just want someone to listen and to care. There such a need here for God’s love to be shared in a community of poverty and broken homes.