Personal Reflections

Thoughts, struggles, and ideas we a dealing with through this process.

All About Kimberli

We just love her...and the little stinker in the background!

Kimberli has been a part of our family for almost three weeks now. Both Chad and I have spent much of that time figuring out who she is and getting to know what she is all about. Here is a little of what we have learned so far.

Upon first spending time with her, she is a bit shy. But once she warms up, she is a talker. She loves her family and misses them terribly.  But she is thankful to be in a home…a real home. She is not crazy about American cooking, but eats it anyway. She loves her Honduran food of tortillas, beans, and rice. She loves chocolate, and I mean LOVES chocolate. Her favorite candy bar is Snickers. She drinks coffee in the morning with a lot of sugar. She hates vegetables, unless they are cooked in a soup. Her favorite fruit is a strawberry. Her favorite animal is a bunny. She wants a pet rat…NO WAY! She likes to do puzzles, play Candy Land, and color. Her hobbies include mopping the floors…not your average tween hobby. She gets incredibly overwhelmed with the question, “Do you need anything? Do you want anything?” She is great at correcting our Spanish, and loves to tease Chad. She loves to exercise and soccer is her favorite sport. If she could go anywhere in the world, she would go to the U.S. Her dream is to be a pediatrician. And her prayers are for the children on the streets. She loves the smell of the clothes when they come out of the dryer. In fact, she didn’t know what a dryer was until she came to our home. She loves Asher’s white and soft little feet, saying, “There are no other feet like yours Asher!” She was born in a taxi cab. She sings worship songs in the shower (we can hear her :) She loves to dance, especially when it’s for the Lord.

Kimberli is on the worship dance team at our church.

This is just some of what we have learned about Kimberli. We look forward to each day as we continue to learn more and more about this precious gift from God. Thank you for your prayers.

Lice, Love, and Jesus

Kimberli decorating some cookies.

One Week

It’s been one week since Kimberli came into our home and became part of our family, and we are in love. As you can imagine, the first week was a bit scary for her, for all of us really. But she is beginning to open up to us more, and the shyness around us is going away. We know this because we stayed up until 10:30 last night just talking, and she did most of the talking! She is a beautiful young girl who loves the Lord. She has a sweet smile and a generous heart.

A Lesson Learned

Leave it to God to throw a paranoia you have right in front of you to teach you a lesson to lean on Him. If there was a ever a lesson learned in my life, this past week was it. Kimberli came to our home infested with lice. Probably something she has lived with her whole life. I instantly began to worry and fret about these little demon bugs. I literally had paranoia and I was consumed with “what ifs?” I just looked at it as a problem, and the thought of tackling this problem seemed to big for me to handle. And to be honest, I didn’t want to. Until Nubia showed me love.

Nubia

Nubia is a dear friend who sometimes works for the ministry, cleaning and cooking for teams, etc. She came over later in the afternoon and began helping me treat Kimberli’s hair for the lice and nits. I thought she was just going to show me how to do it, but for 2 1/2 hours Nubia stood by my side as we handpicked the lice out of Kimberli’s beautiful curly hair. I was so thankful to have Nubia and her giving, humble heart. But it’s the words she said that have left an imprint on my heart.

Poor Kimberli fell asleep while we were combing her hair! And look at that smile on Nubia's face.

True Love

Kimberli quietly sat in the chair while we combed out her lice, without complaining one time. I could tell her neck was getting sore, and I felt so bad for her. I told her I loved her. After I said those words to Kimberli, Nubia replied, “It’s for this reason that we do this Kimberli.” I was humbled by those words and it reminded me of Jesus. Jesus did not come to be served but to serve. Through serving, he loved us. This was my way of showing Kimberli I love her. She may not understand that type of love now, but I pray that in years to come, she will.

Christlike

I also told Nubia of a girl I knew from college. She worked at a girls shelter in the states and her job was to get the lice out of the girls hair. I told Nubia about this girl, and her only response was, “what love.” I hadn’t thought of it this way before. My first response was, “I would never want that job.” Again, I was humbled by her words and her Christlike love.

Lice Update

After much work, and many prayers, I am happy to announce that the lice and nits are dead. Hoorah for the massacre that was of those nasty little buggers! Nubia came over on Saturday and for 6 hours we combed through Kimberli’s hair and picked out all the eggs, with our fingernails! I think we got pretty much all of them. But I will be combing through each day for a while just to make sure. All in all, God taught me so much this past week about true love. God is good.

It’s Good to be Back

The famous Arch Street in La Antigua, Guatemala.

We’re Back

We arrived back in Honduras on Saturday, Oct. 15 from our two weeks of Spanish Language School in Guatemala. If you read our facebook statuses, you know that our time away was a bit challenging for us. Whether it was severe back pain, sickness, house issues, or bad news from home, we got hit. Satan attacked us every which way he could. It was obvious that he didn’t want us to learn Spanish. Because he knows that once we do have this language perfected, we WILL use it to glorify God. And that is the last thing Satan wants.

School

Even though our trip was challenging, our Spanish classes went great! We both feel like we gained more knowledge on this language that we so badly desire to speak. We were put with the same teachers we had last year, and for three hours a day we practiced Spanish. The first hour of our lessons was mainly just Spanish conversation, while the other two hours was spent on instruction and questions that we had about the language. We are by no means where we would like to be, seeing that fluency is our goal. But we are well on our way!

Us with our house mother and some new friends, Judith and Amanda, that we lived with for two weeks.

Practice

Our goal now that we are back home is to continue to practice, practice, practice! Anyone that has ever learned a language will tell you that the best way to learn is to practice speaking it with a native speaker. This is difficult for us both, as we become a bit afraid when put in a situation where we need to speak the language. Basically, we lack the confidence. But through prayer, we hope to overcome our fears and do all we can to become speakers of this beautiful language.

 

Our weekends without Osny

Friday Alvin and I stopped at Casa Alianza (Covenant House) to see about picking up our foster daughter Osny. It has been some time since she has spent the weekend with us. For those of you who don’t know, Osny used to live in our girls home but for various reasons is now living at Casa Alianza and spending the weekends at our house. When we walked in we met the director of Casa Alianza. She said she wanted to meet with us about Osny. After waiting 20 minutes finally the director and a psychologist were ready to meet and took us back to her office.

For the next hour and a half they explained the situation with Osny. That is, after Alvin told them Osny’s story. Interesting that they knew nothing of her story or why she was there. NOTHING! They didn’t know she had been raped by her father and four other men. They didn’t know she had been abducted or that she had a nervous breakdown. They didn’t even know where her home town is or that her mom is dead or that her dad lives in the US. You would think the psychologist who has been meeting with her would have some clue.

After Alvin enlightened them, the psychologist began enlightening us. She told us that Osny has been very depressed and has said things about killing herself. So they are concerned she is suicidal. The psychologist has also diagnosed her as bi-polar and has prescribed her medication. However, Osny says she is not crazy and does not want to take the medication. They seem to think that when she has taken the medication she was better. But because she won’t take the medication and they are afraid she is suicidal they are considering committing her to a local psychiatric ward. Not out of concern for Osny but to protect themselves. If she were to commit suicide they don’t want to be responsible – that is exactly what they said: they don’t want to be responsible.

The director also went on to tell us that they were not going to allow her to leave on weekends to be with us anymore. She said that the rules state that the children can only leave with family members and since we are not family they will no longer let her leave to be with us. Alvin explained that her mom is dead, her dad (who raped her) lives in the United States, and her grandma lives in La Ceiba, 6 hours away. But that didn’t matter, we are not family and that is the rules. Again, they explained that it was to cover their own liability – and ours but I’m pretty sure they don’t care about our liability.

In a futile effort, Alvin continued to explain that our goal is to help Osny and to provide her things she needs like clothing etc. Often times in Honduras you can get your way if you are offering to relieve someone of their responsibility. The attitude it, “If you are going to do it and I don’t have to, then go ahead!” But this didn’t work either. Instead this was their answer, “We can provide her with everything she needs here. The only thing we can’t give her is affection.” They can’t provide affection. No wonder she is depressed. She has lived a life absent of affection, it is one thing she craves. Oh how my heart breaks over this.

Alvin and I were on our motorcycles so after we left the meeting we pulled over on the street a block away to talk about what was said. Just as we pulled over, there was Osny walking up the street. As soon as she saw us her face lit up and she ran to us giving both of us huge hugs. She was all smiles until Alvin started explaining to her what happened at the meeting we had just been in. She began to cry when she heard she couldn’t come with us on the weekends anymore. Alvin assured her we haven’t given up and encouraged her to have patience. She was sad but seemed strengthened by his encouragement.

Honestly, I don’t know what the future holds for Osny. We haven’t given up on her but for now there is not much we can do. She is in their custody and so what they say goes. Here in Honduras rules have a tendency to be strict one week and then relaxed the next. So we will see. Our hearts break for her. We know God is in control and so we continue to pray for his protection and grace over her.

Remember Being a Teen?

Three of the girls: Quendi (17), Mayra (17), Kimberli (11)

A House Full of Teenage Girls

You all know by now about our home for teenage girls, The Eagle’s Nest. We currently have 5 girls in the home from ages 11-17. I have shared their stories many times. But each of these girls come from poor stricken backgrounds, along with sexual and/or physical assault from a family member. I know their stories like the back of my hand, and I get sick, angry, and heart broken knowing what each has been through.

Growing Up is Hard to Do

We were all once teenagers, or some that read this may even be a teenager right now. And we all remember how difficult those teen years were. We remember the peer pressure, the trouble with friendships, the clicks, the competition, and let’s not forget puberty and all those hormones!

Me and Blanca, who is 15 years old.

We remember that growing up was, and still is, hard to do. So imagine all those difficulties, along with rape, incest, abuse, hunger, not a parent or teacher or guardian who loves and corrects you, and extreme poor living conditions. Throw those all together with 5 teenage girls in one home and you can about imagine the stress, chaos, and hardships that occur on a daily basis.

Chad and Quendi at her graduation from 3rd grade.

Prayer and Direction

A few of the girls in the home do not get along. This causes a lot of trouble in the household, and is a constant struggle among them. Some days are good. But some are bad. Right now they are bad. There are some girls in the house that are instigators and button pushers, which leads to actual physical fights between some of them. You would never guess it upon seeing them for the first time. But trust me, they all have a feisty side that you do not want to tango with! But this is their way of defending themselves and how they have grown up. Which is why they need a lot of prayer and and a lot of direction.

Special Times

The girls are always asking us, “When can we come over?” Almost every time I see them, I can count on getting asked that question. So they came over today and we had a great day. We made cards for others, we listened to music, decorated cupcakes, and we took them out for pizza. I also shared a verse with them today, knowing their recent struggles at home, and I hope they will take it to heart and live by, Colossians 3:12-14:

12 Therefore, as God’s chosen people, holy and dearly loved, clothe yourselves with compassion, kindness, humility, gentleness and patience. 13 Bear with each other and forgive one another if any of you has a grievance against someone. Forgive as the Lord forgave you. 14 And over all these virtues put on love, which binds them all together in perfect unity.

Me and Claudia, who is 15, and one of the newest to come to the Eagle's Nest.

L-O-V-E

Chad and I love these girls and look at them as our own daughters. So we love it when they call us Mami and Papi! I have never known anyone who has craved love so badly like these girls do. And they will do everything they can to try and receive attention and affection. And we are not about to deny them of what they crave, because each of them deserves love. Please pray for the girls as they go through this difficult time in their lives. And please pray that we are able to guide and direct them through it, with love.

We’re Back

We went to the girls home a day and did their nails. They did ours in return. We had so much fun!

Back Home

Okay, so we’ve been back for almost 2 weeks now. But this is the first chance I have had to sit down and write. We’ve been busy since we’ve returned to Honduras, as we’ve had visitors for the past 8 days. We had some friends from our hometown come down and see the ministry. We had a lot of fun with Caleb, Hannah, and Aurora and enjoyed showing them Manos Extendidas.

We’re Hondurans

We also are proud to say that we are official Honduran residents. We are very excited about this as it was a very long, and not to mention, a very expensive process. This will make our lives a lot easier living here now so we are thankful to have that out of the way. However, now that we have our residency here, we are required to have a Honduran license. Chad spent many hours obtaining his driver’s license and he now has it in hand. As for me, I still have 90 days to get mine. And I might just wait till the last minute as Honduran law requires you take your driving test with a stick shift, and I do not know how to drive a stick! So an extra prayer or two would be much appreciated.

It's hard to believe that this little guy is almost 2! We got him this wooden xylophone as an early birthday present.

Let’s Celebrate

This is a celebratory month as well for us. We have many birthdays, including Asher’s 2nd birthday on the 19th, which I have already begun planning. They also celebrate the Day of the Child here on September 10, which is a very big deal. And we have the Honduran Independence Day on September 15.  And since we are now “Hondurans,” we will join right in on all the festivities.

That’s it for now. We continue to be amazed at how God continues to provide for us. Thank you for all your love, support, and prayers. Until next time…Dios les bendiga!

Goodbye Lynden

Goodbye

Goodbye Woods Coffee. Goodbye outside runs and walks to the park. Goodbye grocery stores that have everything. Goodbye non-crazy driving conditions. Goodbye flushing toilet paper down the toilet. Goodbye delicious sushi. Goodbye purified tap water. Goodbye carpeted floors…I think I will miss you the most!

Bittersweet

So as you can tell, we have to say our goodbyes once again, and very soon. We leave this Sunday, after being home in the states for almost 5 weeks now.  Our goodbyes are bittersweet, as they usually are. We have loved being home in Lynden, seeing family and friends and enjoying all the wonderful conveniences that there is a lack of in Honduras! And I get a gulp in my throat about leaving both our families again, and taking Asher away from all the people that he is just starting to get used to and love again. But having a life in Honduras means we have loved ones there that we must get back to.  We have a job to do and God has called Chad, Trina, and Asher to do it. So alas, off we go once again!

In the pool at Sun Lakes Resort...Asher loved pool time!

Time Spent

We spent a week camping with my family in Sun Lakes for my parents 40th anniversary. We had a great time relaxing and watching Asher play with his cousins. From there, we spent the weekend in Seattle for Chad’s 20th high school reunion. We enjoyed taking Asher to Gas Works park where he could just run around and be free! And Chad had a great time seeing some old friends. After that it was just time spent with family and friends and some much needed dates with my hubby!

Asher and his cousin Tye playing together.

At Gas Works Park in Seattle. We had so much fun there!

Tacos, Tacos, and more Tacos!

The Taco Feed was a huge success and we couldn’t be more happy with how the night went. It was amazing to have almost 200 people come out and show their love and support to us. We are so thankful to my brother, Travis and his wife, Allison for coordinating the whole event, and to ALL who helped make that night possible. I wish I could personally write down all their names, but I will just say that our hearts are humbled and we are very grateful.

Getting food for the Taco Feed!

Out with Style

And to wrap up our time in Lynden, we are going out with style by attending the Northwest Washington Fair all week. Day one was a success with corn on the cob, corn dogs, kettle korn (do you see the theme?) and the Demolition Derby, which Asher loved. We hope to see some of you there, who we haven’t got to see yet. So if you see us, stop and say hi!

Asher enjoying some yummy corn on the cob!

At the Demo Derby!

Our Weekend With Osny

First Weekend 

Our new "Daughter."

We had our first weekend with Osny and it was amazing, yet heartbreaking at the same time. Both Chad and I have so many emotions were going through right now, that we are still trying to process. We first saw Osny at church on Friday night. I could tell that she had been through a lot upon our reuniting. She looked a little thinner, and somewhat pale in the face. She also was very emotional, in tears for most of the service. Alvin later told us this was because she felt so happy to be back in her home church. I was glad they were at least tears of happiness.

Comfort

Osny came home with us after the service. I could tell that she felt a little uncomfortable and also a little shy. So I tried to break the ice with what little Spanish I do know :) I also wanted her visit to be as comfortable as possible for her, and I wanted her to feel at home. The week before I had gone out and bought some toiletry items for her to use while she stays with us. I could tell she was thankful for this. She went to bed early that night after I am sure what was an emotionally exhausting day for her.

Chores

I was up early the next morning because of a little boy who decided to wake up at 4:30. Osny was up not too much later than me. She told me that at the shelter they have to wake up at 4:00 during the week, and 6:00 on the weekends. So waking up early is normal for her. After being used to a life of chores, she immediately set to work cleaning the house. I couldn’t believe it! She did the dishes, swept and mopped the floors, and emptied the trash. I just wanted her to sit and relax! And while I was making breakfast for us, I went upstairs to get her, and I noticed she had made our bed. I don’t remember doing that all before 8:00 when I was a teenager.

Breaking Hearts

I took Osny with me to Walmart on Saturday to get some groceries. I asked her if there was anything she needed and she just said yes, but wouldn’t tell me what. After probing her, she finally told me that she needed some jeans. We later learned that while Osny was at Casitas (the government orphanage) some of the girls had took a scissors to most of her clothes and ruined them. They were jealous that she had “nice” stuff so they trashed her clothes. I also learned that those same girls had taken her makeup and broken it all into tiny pieces. Our hearts were breaking for what she must have gone through while at Casitas. Later that day, we took Osny, along with some friends from church, to the waterslides and out for pizza that night. We also learned that Osny has been having severe stomach pain, especially when she eats. She can’t keep food down and sometimes throws up after eating. And no, it is not bulimia, which we thought at first too. But whenever she eats, she has pain. The shelter has taken her to the doctor, but not a good one, so the diagnosis is unclear. We are praying that it is not cancer, which is what her mother died from years ago.

LOVE

We have fallen even more in love with Osny after having her this weekend. And what brings joy to our hearts is that she felt loved too. After hearing about her makeup being trashed, I offered to buy her some new things, if she would just give me a list. She didn’t want to. So I sat next her, hugged her, and told her that she is part of our family. With tears in her eyes, she told me that she hasn’t felt this loved since before her mom died. WOW.

Cute Story

I am going to end by sharing a cute story about her. On Saturday night, Asher had woken up around 1:30. I didn’t hear him at first but when I got up to go get him, I noticed his bedroom light was on. Osny had gotten up with him and was reading him a story. My heart melted.

Keep Praying

We wish that Osny could be with us every day, so we could take better care of her and give her the continued love that she deserves. And maybe someday she will. Osny continues to struggle with some demons from her past and we are praying that she soon experiences the freedom that she already has in Jesus Christ. Please pray with us for Osny.

I love this girl.

A New Adjustment

OSNY 

Osny Isabel

I’m sure you all remember Osny, a young girl who used to live at the Eagle’s Nest, but recently had some behavior issues and chose to leave, returning to the custody of Family and Child Services of Honduras. Once she was back in Casitas, she realized how much she didn’t want to be there. Whenever Alvin and Chad would visit with teams, she was in tears. She quickly remembered how good she had it at the Eagle’s Nest.

Nuestra Casa Es Su Casa

Osny was recently placed in a different transition home for young girls. One of the privileges of this home is that after two months, if you’ve had good behavior, you can leave on the weekends and live with a family. Well, Osny has had such excellent behavior that they are allowing here this privilege early! And this is where Chad and I, and Asher, come into the picture. We are the blessed family who gets to take Osny in…starting this weekend. We moved here with the intent on someday having our home be a home to others, and God has called us to give Osny a second chance; but more importantly to show her love.

Please Pray

We understand that this is a major adjustment and will not be easy. I feel a bit stressed and overwhelmed and unqualified. But God chose us to do this and we cannot be disobedient to Him. We do ask for continued prayer as we take on this new role of “parenting” a teenage girl, cause to be honest, we really have no idea what we are doing! :)

**To read past stories on Osny, go here:

Speaking Louder

Letting Go Is Hard

Buckets of Tears

I sometimes wonder how I make it through each day. With all the sadness that I see and hear, I wonder how I am not surround by buckets of tears. I am going to share a couple of stories that I would like to ask you to pray about, because the women in these stories need prayer.

Loss

Out of the 60 babies born per day at Hospital Escuela, there are usually 1-2 mothers who lose their babies to premature labor or other causes. But yesterday when we visited the hospital, we learned that five mothers had lost their babies. Alejandra, who is 21 years old, was one of the distraught mothers who would leave the hospital without her firstborn child. What’s even worse is that she was placed in a room with five other women, all who had their sweet bundle lying right next to them! I felt that I should pray for Alejandra and comfort her somehow, someway. I sat next to her on the bed and put my arm around her. I wasn’t prepared for what would happen next. But she latched on to me, put her head on my shoulder, and began to sob. I didn’t know what words to give her, so I just held her and prayed over her. My heart was breaking for her breaking heart. Please pray for Alejandra.

Strength

Me and Keidy at the Juvenile Detention Center.

Some of you may remember Keidy, who we have mentioned in previous posts. She is a young girl in the Juvenile Detention Center that has a very special place in my heart. You may also remember another post about the horrible things going on in the Center, mainly the act of lesbianism. Chad visited the Center last week with the mission team that is currently with us, and discovered that Keidy had a black eye from one of the girls in the Center. Keidy has left that lifestyle and is trying to stay on the path of righteousness. Because of her godly choices, some of the girls ganged up on her and beat her up. I was in tears when I heard this. But I was instantly reminded of Philippians 4:13, “I can do all things through Christ who gives me strength.” Please pray for Keidy.

Okay, so maybe some days I do have buckets :) But this is why I am here. I often don’t feel qualified for this role that God has called me to. But like I’ve said before, God doesn’t call the qualified; He qualifies the called. And I am called.