Last night a friend called to say her family is arriving this morning and her car broke down. I had plans to go to a bible study but had to cancel so I could up pick her family up from the airport, take them for a quick lunch, and then back to where she lives.
I'm glad I got to go home last month. Everyone's families are visiting Honduras this month. I feel sad knowing that my family will never see my life here. They will never meet my friends or see where I live. They will never taste the food or experience the place and people I love. So, while I am happy for all of my friends as they have their families in town this month, it is a little bittersweet for me.
Yesterday, after hurting my wrist washing the dishes the night before, I did my best to have a day of rest. It doesn't do any good to have everyone praying for my wrist if I am straining it and hurting it more each day. So yesterday I grabbed my bible and read. However, I realized that even when I am doing nothing, I still manage to use my wrist. Today I bought a sling that not only holds my arm still, but also covers my hand. It's slowed me down a little.
Last night Fany cooked dinner so I wouldn't have any dishes to wash.
This morning my friend Carol called and prayed for my wrist until her phone cut out and I couldn't hear her any more.
Erika agreed to come over and clean my house once or twice/week until I get this cast off. Lorenzo and Carlos are both missing school because they don't have any shoes, so she wants to use the money she earns to help her family buy them shoes for school.
Tomorrow I have to drop the car off for an oil change. I am thinking I will need new brake pads soon too. It feels that way. Grateful for a good mechanic I trust. I am going to tell him to check out the brakes and let me know how long until I have to change them. I know he'll tell me the truth if it doesn't need to be done right away.
While the car is in the shop I am meeting with my friend Carol for coffee. Then we have a meeting with her doctor. Carol is so funny. She doesn't understand Spanish very well. Her doctor called her last week and asked if Carol could come to her office on Friday. Carol called me and asked me to go with her to translate. She said she really wasn't sure what the meeting was about except that her doctor said something about "40 women" and "help" in Spanish. Carol figured I would like to go. She is right.
We had the conference last Friday. By lunch we realized we were going to be awfully tired at the end of the day. I was happy when Carol decided to call her doctor and ask if the meeting could be pushed until tomorrow. We are not sure if we are helping 40 women, or if they are helping us, or what exactly we are doing. But that's okay. As Carol said, as long as they don't ask for money or make us sign a contract (hahaha) we will be fine. "Help" and "women" is what we are here for. I look forward to seeing what God has in store for us. It is in a poor part of the city, so it could bring in some interesting folks ("women").
