It is easy to love the people far away. It is not always easy to love those close to us. It is easier to give a cup of rice to relieve hunger than to relieve the loneliness and pain of someone unloved in our own home. Bring love into your home for this is where our love for each other must start. -Mother Teresa

Monday, July 6, 2015

1st of 3 trips...part 3

You can catch up on Part 1 and Part 2.

Leaving off from Part 2: we were riding on the bus...remember how our facilitator said he told the bus driver to drop us off at a crossroads so our in-region facilitator could pick us up? He thought it may be around noon. It gets to be around 11:30 and we go on high alert as the bus begins to stop about every half hour to let people off to smoke and use the bathroom (the term bathroom is used loosely here). The whole time we are wondering if they will tell us that this is our stop or not.

It gets to be gets to be 1...and the cell phone we were given in country rings. I answer and it is our in-region facilitator wanting to know where we are. Even now I want to laugh. I have no idea where we are! She has me hand the phone to the bus stewardess. Apparently they have arranged for a new meeting spot....we ride the bus for about another 45 minutes. (She will tell us when we reach our stop, right? Right????) 

So we get dropped off here. This is really it except for the outhouse behind it. There is nothing else for as far as you can see. 

Our in-region facilitator and her translator are there...and introduce themselves. Remember we are dropped off in the middle of nowhere to be picked up by someone who will only know her name but have never met! This whole thing is a really big leap of faith for us...we just have to trust that everyone will do what they are supposed to...and we just "go with the flow."

We drive a little ways to a small office. We work on some on some paperwork...wait....wait...sign something....wait...

And then we are back in the car driving even further into the middle of nowhere....on roads that are so bad that we never go over 15 miles an hour.

And then out we enter a tiny village.
The translator says, "We are almost there. This is (insert village name)."

We arrive at the school and immediately go into the director's office. Now we wait...different combinations of people meet...sometimes we are included...most of the time we are not. Wait. Wait. Wait. At this point, I am an emotional wreck due to some issues we are having (Yeah, there was a major snag which one day we may be able to share about. In the meantime, please continue to pray because it still isn't solved.)  but also because I am literally sitting in my girls' school but have yet to be able to see them.

And then after all the people are gathered together in the director's office which is an intimidating place (on his desk he has some sort of decorative mace  and a giant scorpion specimen preserved in glass). They get the girls and bring them into the room. 

Part of this whole thing is for them to see how the girls react to us and we react to them but I can forget that in this moment. MY GIRLS! 

We get to leave the room and go be with them while different combinations of people continue to meet. The girls immediately start to show us around. (while other children and adults watch from a distance)

The school is older but maintained. I was amazed at how many beautiful flower beds there were!

Every building is also filled with plants.

Our facilitator and translator help us work it out for Michael and I to stay at the orphanage a few nights! They leave and say they will be back for us a in a few days. Because of our girls and the warm hospitality of the staff, we quickly settle into life there.


  1. What a whirlwind of emotions. The things we do for our kids :-)

  2. Loving this story. It's going to have the BEST ending! :)