Yesterday was the Fourth of July. Whoohoo! I must admit, it was a little strange being in a different country on our day of independence. Despite the lack of grilled burgers and fireworks, we still managed to have a jolly time. Bekah Clark suggested we make a banner. It read “4 de Julio.” (Personally, I think it was a brilliant way to show our patriotic spirit in a way that still remembered we were in Mexico. Perhaps I am giving us too much credit though.) We marched over to Doug, our mentor’s house, with a few of the Casa Hogar kids and our banner, and serenaded the gate until his kids came running to unlock it. After that, the Sirvens (Doug’s family) was kind enough to pass out water and Yoli. We had a lot of laughs as we tried to teach one of the kids the national anthem.
Today we had our first day of activities with the little kids. I’m not going to lie, the first word that comes to my mind is “disaster.” Haha. They were just on edge today, and we had a lot of trouble getting them to behave. However, tomorrow is a new day. Please be praying for wisdom and patience for us. Trying to handle a group of twenty 4-11 year olds in a language that you aren’t fluent in is definitely hard. I am thankful for what I know of Spanish, but even more thankful for Rebekah Clark. She knows MUCH more than I do.
Honestly, while I don’t like hard days, it does make me thankful that I am not in this alone. It makes me think about the poem “Footprints.” For those of you unfamiliar with the poem, it talks about a man reviewing his life after he dies. In the majority of his life, there are two side-by-side sets of footprints, from God walking next to the man. The man asks God why sometimes he sees only one set of footprints in the sand. God replies, "That was when I carried you." I think today was a day where He “carried” me. I am so thankful to be walking next to my Savior.
Keep praying for these kids!
Here are a few pictures! (They are not from the 4th, just from random parts of the last few weeks.)
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