Josh has the flu. Again.
So, since we’re on lock down, I decided to give a recap of the last year.
Everything seems really surreal right now because, we’re sort of working in reverse. We started out in temporary housing that we will be going back to in 2 weeks, until December 11, when we fly to Peru. We are selling most of our furniture now, so I’m watching it go out just like it came in a year ago. Next week, we will be eating on the floor, with plastic bins as our table. Just like in the beginning.
As we are going through the process of packing and selling our things, I’ve been thinking so much about the early days when we were just getting here. Honestly, I was so scared and sad then. And scared. And sad. And scared.
We arrived late one night after pretty traumatizing goodbyes at the airport and the next morning we left the kids with a nanny so we could start the long process of getting all of the documents we needed to live here.
Yes, we arrived in a foreign country one night and the next day we left our kids with a woman we didn’t know.
But we had been praying for her for over a year.
Nury didn’t speak any English and, of course, I didn’t speak any Spanish. I have no doubt the Lord hand picked her just for us. Leaving my kids while I learned Spanish over the last year was, by far, one of the hardest things I’ve ever had to do. There were many, many times I didn’t handle the transition well. At all.
Nury and I became friends. She loved my kids and she taught them Spanish. I felt confident that they were being cared for when I was in class. One year ago, if you had told me that my kids would be nearly fluent in Spanish, I wouldn’t have believed you. Now, I never leave the house without one of the girls – I might need a translator!!
When we got to Bogota that first night, I was 13 weeks pregnant with numero cinco. I was very scared and worried about the birth. Last time was almost too fast to get to the hospital and it would be even more difficult here. Plus, you know, the language barrier and all. But Carter arrived just in time and perfect.
He fills our home with so much joy.
Two year old gets a visit from the tooth fairy!
Right before we left for Bogota, Matthew fell and injured his front tooth. We were told to watch it because it might need to come out.
We started to see infection a few weeks ago and the dentist here had to remove it. This is the before.
And the after:
He totally pulls it off.
Our team grew. And grew. And grew.
We, very unexpectedly, met our new teammates.
We started as a team of 10. We’re leaving as a team of 17.
We started leading worship in Spanish!
Nathaniel was super excited about it.
This is during practice before the service, lest you think I hold babies while I sing.
Josh preached his first sermon in Spanish!
We chose our long term destination!
Now we are moving to Arequipa – that place we have been praying about for years. We have tickets. And a date.
And it’s in 3 weeks.
Looking back on the last year – I see God’s faithfulness written all over my life. I feel it to my bones. There were times when I felt I wouldn’t make it and He was there. He never left. He was there in the darkness and He’s here in the light.
So, today, when Josh has the flu – again – while we’re trying to pack and prepare to leave. I want to remember. I want to remember and see His faithfulness. As I hold my sweet, fifth, precious baby and type with one hand, I want to remember and never forget.
He goes before us.
He walks beside us.
He gently leads us.
He is faithful to 1,000 generations.
“The One who calls you is faithful, and He will do it.”
The LORD’S lovingkindnesses indeed never cease, For His compassions never fail. They are new every morning; Great is Your faithfulness!