Thursday

Ok then

Jenny is doing great. She is back home and surrounded by lots of friends. The tendon that connected her big toe (allowed her to lift it up) was completely severed by the glass. She went into surgery at 4:00 yesterday where the Dr. opened the wound, reconnected the tendon, and sewed her back up. She has a cast that looks like a plaster house shoe. She will be on crutches for 3 weeks and is pretty-well bed-ridden form 3 days while she has to keep her foot elevated.

The surgery could not have gone better.

Thank you so much for praying. Jenny was all alone in the OR with only people that speak Spanish and she said all she felt was the peace of God and His presence in there with her. I guess she wasn’t alone after all.

Thank you again. We love and miss all you guys

Wednesday

Quick prayer

Jenny dropped a glass and cut the top of her foot last night. Not a bad cut, but today she can't lift her big toe so were going to the doctor to get it looked at. Probably nothing, but we'd sure appreciate prayer as it's our first 'trauma' in Guatemala.

Thanks, folks.

Saturday

A little help please

We drove to a place called Los Encuentros to buy some Guatemalan furniture. It looks great and was cheap and helped some Guatemalans out. It's supposed to be a 90 minute drive from Xela where we live.

We left at 7 and got there a little after 10 because there was a lot of construction. And, may I tell you, It's a mad, mad world out there.

There are buses which run direct from Guatemala city to Xela. They are orange and green and are unspeakably frightening to me. They are simply insane. Imagine a Yellow school bus packed with 50-60 people squealing down mountain roads, passing left and right (on a 2 lane road) and just nuts. Plain nuts!

And we hit an oil slick. Thankfully the lord gave me pretty good reflexes.

Anyway, so we made it and bought furniture. I was trying to figure out the best way to fit it in the back of the pickup underneath the topper. I had only a few feet of rope. The guy we bought the stuff from could not have been more than 21 or so. Sweet little wife sold us the stuff. And he had some yellow twine I asked if I could buy. So I get the twine and am tying things down and it's just not fitting. I didn't bring blankets or anything - totally unprepared. And I can't get the rope to stay tight because I forgot the right knot.

And so I sat back a little defeated and this young with wood-stained carpenter hands reaches in and says a few things in a Mayan language I don't know and starts tying the right knot, making things tight. And I sat there as he leaned in I watched and I learned and I smelled this man who makes things of wood. He finished and then I thanked him. I needed a little help and he gave it when I did not ask and that was ok with me.

I came here to help other folks, but the reality is that I need a lot more help than they do most of the time. I'm glad that I need other people who look and smell and talk and listen differently than I do. I'm glad because my Savior loves all those all those people and it's when I had to sit back and be helped that I remembered that God made humans to need each other.

It's a good place to be.

The wonder of waiting

Every time I read Psalm 27 I get something different. I guess its because I'm always at a different point in life. I dunno.

The end is what gets me:

I would have despaired unless I had believed that I would see the goodness of the LORD
In the and of the living.
Wait for the LORD;
Be strong and let your heart take courage;
Yes, wait for the LORD.

Right now I'm trying to learn Spanish and it's taking awhile. So I pray and ask the the Holy Spirit would help me learn faster, better than if I had no help. To move be beyond my natural ability to learn language. But sometimes He just wants me to wait.

And so I wait. I work and I wait and I get frustrated. And some days the frustration is great, others its not so bad. But I'm not a quick study. I'm a deep study, but not a quick one. So I sort of plod on. Then I read this today and I was reminded that waiting on the Lord is an act of worship. It's a demonstration of my trust in Him.

And that there's where it is.

There's no magic spell and phrases like "hurry up and wait" are only funny for awhile. I know I'll get this language sooner or later. It just takes time. "Poco a poco" they tell me, "little by little" And I think much of life is like that. So, one word at a time, the Lord is teaching me Spanish. And I'll keep working and waiting. Every new word is another glimpse into the heart of folks here, another opportunity to learn something new about people, a little closer to being able to share life with people here.

And that's worth the wait.