Give thanks to the LORD, for he is good; his love endures forever.
Friday, March 3, 2017
Rayanna's Decision
We are very happy to share that Rayanna has decided she wants to follow Jesus! She's known for a long time that He died for us, and that we need to trust in Him for salvation. Yesterday, she decided that she was ready to ask Him to be her Savior. We're very thankful that she has made this decision, and we're excited to see her learn and grow in her faith!
Friday, July 1, 2016
July Newsletter
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June Newsletter
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Sunday, May 29, 2016
The Lasts (Again)
A little less than a year ago I posted
about “The Lasts.” It was during the time when excitement about
going was mingled with sadness about leaving (and a slight bit of
panic about what we were getting ourselves into). Now, we're almost
to the other side of it. We've survived the adventure, and there
were plenty of things I worried about that never did happen . . . no
scorpion or tarantula attacks, no emergency medical evacuations, no
kidnappings or muggings. But in other ways this year has been harder
than I ever imagined. I've learned a lot about my limitations (I'm
NOT cut out to be a classroom teacher, much less a
working-and-homeschooling mom!) I've struggled with discouragement,
feelings of failing my students and my own husband and children,
spiritual drought, lack of faith, and a host of practical day-to-day
struggles that come with living somewhere besides your home country.
I've been homesick, overwhelmed, and exhausted for much of our time
here. I've been longing for the day when I could get back home, back
to comfort and familiarity, back to a life where (at least sometimes)
I feel like I know what I'm doing. I've been counting down the
months, then the weeks; now I could count the days.
But now, here come the mixed emotions
again. Once again I'm facing “the lasts.” And as much as I've
wanted to go home, I know I'll be leaving a big piece of my heart
here, and I know it's going to hurt to say goodbye. This week will
be the last five days with my students at school. Some of those
little rascals have driven me crazy for the entire past nine months.
They've exasperated me and left me feeling completely incompetent.
They've brought me anxiety and tears, anger and frustration. And now
they're bringing me to tears again . . . but these tears are because
I love them and I don't want to leave them. I've managed not to
break down in class, but it's tough when some of my precious,
exasperating second graders write me notes about how they love me and
don't want me to leave, how I'm like another mom to them, how they're
going to cry for 100 days when I leave; some of them have already
cried in class just thinking about the goodbyes; some of my older
kids worry about who will teach them music next year and ask why the
teachers leave. I tell them I'll be back to visit, but I know I
won't be able to keep relationships with most of them, that I'll be
just a memory to them soon.
There are several grown-ups I'll really
miss too. They don't write the same little notes or tell me they're
going to cry for 100 days, but we've shared a lot this year and I
know there will be some empty places in our hearts when we go. It's
been a real blessing to get to know people who speak a different
language and have a different culture but who serve the same God.
It's been another blessing to have the camaraderie of the other
“missionaries” who do share our language and culture and have
shared this year with us as well.
In some ways, this move is easier
because we're returning to the familiar instead of entering the great
unknown. But I'm pretty sure these goodbyes are going to be harder.
This time I can't say, “It's only for a year.” This time, we're
going home to stay and will probably only see these friends every
year or two at best. We're finishing this chapter of our life story,
and the characters it's filled with won't be coming along into the
next chapter.
So these “lasts” are much more
final: The last time I'll enter the classroom and open the window,
hoping to find a good breeze that day. The last time I'll write the
date on the white board, remembering to do it day-month-year. The
last time I'll tell the class it's time to start and have to break up
the boys' ruler-fencing tournament. The last time I'll hear the
Honduran national anthem sung by 100 children's voices. The last
time I'll hear them call me “Mrs. Erin” in their beautiful
Spanish accent. The last time they'll try to get me to say “perro,”
so they can tease me about not being able to roll my R's. The last
time to say goodbye and walk out that door.
Parting really is such sweet sorrow. I
hate having to say goodbye, but I love the hugs and the sharing of
hearts that come with it. It's a painful yet comforting realization
that the kids will miss me and I'll miss them. So sad to leave, but
so sweet to think back on all the memories. Most of all, I love and
long for the day when there will be no more goodbyes, no more ended
relationships, no more tears, no more pain, no more lasts. Just love
and joy and celebration. Forever and ever.
Even so, come Lord Jesus.
Saturday, May 7, 2016
May Newsletter
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Friday, March 25, 2016
Costa Rica Comfort
Well, we survived the Tica Bus ordeal.
Whatever doesn't kill you makes you stronger, right? (Or in my case,
just really ticked off.) Our 3 days in Costa Rica were very nice.
Almost enough to make up for the four days of torture. Almost.
After we got our rental car, we drove
out of San Jose and toward the Poas Volcano National Park. The
scenery we saw on the bus on the way to San Jose had been really
brown and dry...not at all like you imagine Costa Rica. But now it
all changed . . . beautiful green jungle, tall mountains, gorgeous
flowers. And clean. So clean! The roads were smooth and nice.
They certainly weren't built like our super highways. They flow with
the terrain, following the natural curves of the earth. This didn't
help with my carsickness, but it made some gorgeous (and terrifying)
scenery! There were times we were a few feet from plunging off a
cliff, views from thousands of feet up looking down at the clouds,
gorgeous farms and forests . . . it was breathtaking!
Our first destination was Poas Volcano.
It's a dormant volcano, and we got to go up above the crater and
look down at it. You can still see and smell and feel the sulphurous
fumes coming from it. The sign even said not to stay too long,
especially if you have lung problems. It's usually covered in
clouds, and we'd been praying that they'd clear off enough for us to
see it, and that's just what happened! We got a perfect
crystal-clear view of the crater. Very cool!
After that we drove the rest of the way
to our hotel near the Arenal Volcano. Definitely the coolest hotel
I've ever stayed at! It's built on the side of the mountain, with
over a dozen pools of various sizes and temperatures, filled by the
natural springs in the area. There are pools with slides, a pool
with a swim-up restaurant, hot tubs of still water, hot tubs with
jets, a water volcano. And it's all built to look natural, with rock
formations and jungle plants all around. So much fun! We spent most
of our time swimming and sliding. Jesse must have done the big slide
at least 100 times!
We had two outings as well. One day we
got to go horseback riding around the volcano. This volcano last
erupted in the 1960's I think, but lava was flowing until about 8
years ago! The top was constantly covered in clouds, but one day we
did get a glimpse of the top for less than 10 seconds. Unfortunately
we weren't quick enough with the camera, and then it was gone.
Anyway, the horseback riding was nothing like other rides we've done
before! For one, it was 3 hours long, and this was no “trail
ride.” We were actually free to direct the horses as we pleased,
rather than them just following the tail in front of them. It was
pretty cool! Slightly scary when we went up and down hills though!
The guide even took Rayanna away from Heath for one part because it
was that intense and he didn't want her to fall. She (very
uncharacteristically) ended up staying with the guide for the rest of
the ride because he let her hold the reigns more than Daddy did! The
kids did really well with the horses, and other than being very
saddle sore, we all had a good time. We even got to hear and see
some howler monkeys in the wild. Very cool!
The other outing was to the hanging
bridges. We took about a 2 ½ -hour hike through the jungle,
crossing several very scary hanging bridges! The only snakes we saw
were tiny but very dangerous ones. No boas or monkeys. We did get
to hear the howler monkeys again, which was cool.
The next day it was time to leave.
After a delicious breakfast buffet at the hotel, we made sure we had
PLENTY of food and water, US Dollars, and stamina, and set out in our
rental car for the 3-hour drive back to the bus station.
Unfortunately, the beautiful scenery on the curvy mountain roads has
its price. Jesse's carsickness got the better of him, and we didn't
pull over in time. Enough said. Great way to start the day.
Fortunately, we were able to get some Dramamine, so he and I both
took some, and the bus ride back was much less terrible than the way
down. Not fun, but certainly more tolerable.
So, 4 days of torture for 3 days of
beauty and relaxation. Seeing more of God's beautiful creation, and
having a few days of refreshment almost makes it worth the bus ride.
Almost. But if we ever have the urge to go to Costa Rica again,
we're flying!!
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